Feral

[Blazion]

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Jahzara wasn’t located near a mountainous range to help take the heat of everyday life, nor a body of water large enough to sufficiently cool down its occupants. As such the heat was almost blistering in the rather primitive town to anyone not having lived there for the majority of their life.

The exception to this was the daeva, one of which was rather enjoying the cool breeze winding across the grass compared to her hot volcanic home. Neon was walking along the path towards the neutral town, it having been agreed to meet any of those who wished to join in this monumental task. The dragon daeva was actually almost there, just a few feet from the first buildings. Though, building was a loose word as they weren’t exactly up to date on construction.

Most of the houses were small with wooden or stone bases, the top halves and ceilings made up of various components; mud, leaves, straw. There was one home where the owner was showing off his hunting ability by having a roof covered completely in the stripped white bones of various animals placed into a mud base. It seemed to be a common trend to have animal bones though, as there were few of these homes didn’t have some kind of bone either hanging from string at the door if it was wood, or embroidered into the fabric of the blankets that served as doors. If Neon recalled it was a form of superstition, where If bones were by a door than evil spirits, still thinking they were alive, would be warded off thinking those inside were strong hunters and the spirits could be harmed.

The only buildings made completely of more modern and solid materials were the large inn, as many travelers passed through, a trading post, a small barracks and two guard towers to the north and south. Despite this, the families didn’t seem to mind their poverty. Perhaps they didn’t know better, maybe they were just content with their lives. Children were out playing, two large hybrid women were laughing and talking to each other around a small fire where dinner was cooking. A father held his small daughter in his arms, dressed to protect his family as he led the mother and older son towards the nearby river to play.

It was odd and primitive to many, but just a way of living to others. Neon wasn’t interested in the culture of the hybrids though, she knew she had business to do. Some cast her glances as she passed, more than a few distrustful of the daeva. She didn’t blame them, for all they knew she could be a stage one feral. None the less she kept her gaze straight ahead as she walked to where the three main roads of the city joined together, the largest building before her. The inn was made of stone and wood, had a stable in the back for travelers. Up on the top of the door was what appeared to be a bovine skull as its bone adornment.

Upon entering, the stone made the inside cooler, all the windows open to further help. The bottom level was actually a bar, stairs in the corner leading up to the top floor where the actual rooms were. Small wooden tables were on the floor, a few people sitting at them drinking and talking to each other, and booths along the wall where the stairs weren’t. A bar was at the far wall, a large tiger hybrid with tusks wearing an apron cleaning a glass in his hands. As Neon approached he looked up, nodding cordially.

“What will you be having?” Neon stopped before the hybrid, placing her arm on the top of the bar, her crimson gauntlet making a soft little noise as it made contact.

“I’m here to meet Captain Shaan.” The hybrid examined her intensely, the cleaning stopping as he did so. It seemed obvious that he was making sure this wasn’t some trap, as instructed, before nodding with his chin to a door located beside the bar. Neon quietly thanked him and moved to the door, entering through it. Immediately there was a large guard in the way, looking down at her critically. She glared right back, not threatened. It was hard to really be threatened after all, besides his massive size and the spear in his hand he didn’t look like much of a guard, wearing rather shabby leather armor that looked a size too small. It was hard for the hybrid guards to get proper protection with their status after all.

The guard looked her over, hesitating as despite her daeva armor and obviously being well off she could’ve just walked in. However, before Neon had to start chewing him out for being an idiot a different voice called out.

“Miss Neon!” The dragon bit back on a groan, but brushed passed the guard to clasp hands with the best dressed guard there. It seemed to be a seraphim daeva hybrid, having rather ugly brown wings settled on his back and arched feet. He had pointed ears and though his armor was metal and gleamed, it was scratched up since there was almost no one that knew how to buff it out here. He also seemed young, younger than he should be in his position, not to mention tall and gangly.

“Captain Shaan.” The man seemed rather proud that she remembered his name from passing through, puffing his chest out before gesturing for her to come sit at the long table, even offering to take the bag slung over her shoulder which she politely refused as she sat. There was only one other person in the room besides Neon, Shaan, and the guard, and that was a rather ruffled looking seraphim with long blonde hair that spilled down his shoulders and ornate blue robes. He seemed thankful Shaan’s enthusiastic presence had moved onto Neon.

“Drink?” Shaan gestured to where they had a pitcher of water and various glasses, Neon shaking her head and eyes instead examining the room closely. There were windows that lead outside, though she noticed that guards were a few feet from each one. While she appreciated the effort Shaan put in making sure no one could get close, it would make it far more tempting for people to eavesdrop with the presence of all the guards.No use telling him what to do though; and she instead turned her green eyes to the seraphim, nodding to him. He cleared his throat before speaking to her.

“Are there no more daeva joining us?” Neon shrugged, making the seraphim look a little annoyed at her informal attitude.

“I started out earlier than any others. I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” The seraphim nodded stiffly, and Neon couldn’t help but be amused at the thought that it was ruder for him to not offer his name first before asking a question. He was more than likely one of those who looked down on hybrids and daeva, so why he was selected to brief them she couldn’t fathom. As such, Neon didn’t even bother trying to pry for information from him before the others arrived. He was too prim and proper to do so. It didn’t matter, from her position she already knew a nice portion of what he was going to say.

Neon sighed, eyes shutting and responding to some of Shaan’s frequent and child-like questions. Her blood red bangs fell into her face to hide her aggravation. She dearly hoped that others would show soon, and that they weren’t there to cause trouble.

[The Whacko]

"Good day to you." a rough voice spoke from behind the daeva and seraphim. The speaker was a tall man in black leather armor and a black hooded cloak, a wickedly curved sabre belted to his waist. As the man approached them, he pulled back the hood of his cloak. He was human, quite obviously. His face was somewhat brutish, with a slightly low brow, a broad chin and a long jaw. Three deep, parallel scars ran across the right side of his face, and he bore a cast to his right eye, the white of it gleaming in the light.

"I assume you're the one called Neon?" he asked in a casual tone.

[Mr Jesus Pants]

A massive form soared above the tiny village, its populace consisting of hybrids and weary travellers. The scales glinted in the sun, shining a blood red and blotting out most of the sun with its mass. The shadow fell over the villagers below, chilling their skin and bones, and they tilted their heads in order to find the cause of this strange happening. Fear replaced curiosity as their eyes halted in their movements and fell on the dragon. His wing beats were loud, blotting out all the sounds of the village, his tail flicked from side to side, a sign of unmanageable fury. People couldn’t tear their eyes from the both majestic and terrifying site, even though their minds screamed at them to move, to run. Damian slightly tilted his head downwards, sending him in a rapidly descending spiral towards an opening in the middle of the village. This was the market place usually bustling with activity but now a silent motionless venue. Suddenly people regained control over their minds and the screaming started as the market population rushed out of the way, attempting to save their lives. At the last moment Damian pulled up, stopping the fall and leaving him hovering just above the roofs of the houses. His long powerful wings buffeted those below with massive gusts of wind, sending the unlucky few still within the square spinning through open space and dislodging any structures not bound to the ground. Carts toppled into each other, destroying livelihoods in their destruction and striking some of the inhabitants with poverty. Finally the guards that were called for were sprinting out of the barracks and the two watchtowers, ready to defend the village if under attack. Smiling, his jaw and mouth shaped more like a silent growl, taking this as a sign of hostility the men screamed orders for attack but were instantly silenced by a deep rumbling growl from Damian’s throat. Petrified the contingents of soldiers were unable to move their arms, rendering their weapons useless. “Where is your inn?” Damian asked, his tone menacing. At first none of them answered but then a young boy gestured towards one of the larger buildings within the town. Shedding his scales and folding his wings, Damian’s size slowly decreased and his features turned more human. Soon there was a beautiful man, maybe in his late twenties, standing in the dragons place. He was garbed in smooth silks and find embroidery. His slender form was clothed tightly by the tunic and pants, showing every definition of his taut muscles.

Slowly he strode through the village, earning looks of awe, fear and disbelief, but none bothered him for they knew what he was, a dragon daeva. People moved to the side as Damian walked past them, offering him a wide berth in which he could travel. He reached the door and immediately it was opened by one of the guards assigned to protect the entrance. A frown now laced his features as Damian made his way through the crowd and towards the bar, looking for the captain. He knew this was very important as he reached the bar and asked for directions. The barman nodded towards a door in the more lonely parts of the inn and Damian rushed there, unable to bear the excitement. He opened the door, smiling as he did so and entered. Within the small room there were five people in the room, not including himself. One was a rather ruff looking traveller, a seraphim, two humans and a young female, perhaps a daeva. He greeted the five before making his way to the left side of the small room, leaning against the wall.

[ReaperZ]

Sieg let the wind beneath him die down as he landed softly on the ground. He nodded at the guard and asked, "Captain Shaav?" The guard merely pointed to a door beside the bar and Sieg nodded before heading towards it. A large guard stood at the door and glared at Sieg as he walked near.

"A seraphim like you? You wouldn't last a minute against the ferals." Sieg smiled and a small bolt of lightning struck the wall right beside the guard, a fraction of an inch away from his face. The guard yelled in pain as his face was singed by the heat of the lightning bolt. "That was just a warning shot... and you were saying?" Sieg smiled politely, but the insult was clear.

"N-n-nothing." The guard stammered as he stepped aside for Sieg to pass. Sieg bowed and thanked the guard and walked through. There were already others in the room.

"I am Sieg Hart the Element Master, here to meet with Captain Shaav."

[kassarock]

The sun was how Rolnak liked it, warm, at least thats how it felt for him after living in Xerses for twleve long sweltering years. Not that he was pleased to be back in the town of Jahzara, his birth place. He wondered if any one here still remembered Rolnak it had only been twleve years after all. Then again word travels and there was plenty of word in Xerses of the iron fisted half-breed enforcer. People looked away when they saw him in Xerses, a bad look at Cpt. Ordoth could land you in a lot of hot water. Whether he was collecting taxes, on the beat or even off duty the main weapon he worked by, was fear.

And that was the reason why he did not like being he Jahzara, there was not enough respect and little fear for him. Give it a week or two and that would change, but he didn't think he would be spending a week here if his orders were correct. He was representing King Raha's interest in these proceedings, and no matter how much fear Rolnaks name could bring on the streets of Xerses, the king's would bring more, where ever it was said. Why he was being sent to whatever the king had his interest in was not his concern, orders were to be followed and not to be questioned.

The market streets of Jahzara were crowded, there was however guards moving this way and that, and rumors of dragons landing in the city. In Xerses no man would have spoken so openly in his mitst, it was change for Rolnak. Still he could still see the looks he was given and that venders were staying away from him. He stood taller than most the crowd and was bare cheasted save the sleeveless leather coat he wore open. And the tattoos made him look at some kind of monster barbarian from out of the hills. But then again, it could be the fact he had a two handed broadsword on his back and more weapons on his belt. He was still pushing his way though the streets, heading to where he knew they converged at an in that he had drunk at before he was driven out.
"Out of the way!" He roared at the cart crossing in his path and nearly threw the man pushing it. He knocked people aside and cleared himself a path to the door of the inn. Growling all the time and looking like a feral beast, much to the horror of the guard posted next to the door.

He pushed the door in and sniffed the cool air inside, it still smelled of old whiskey and sawdust. He looked around and noted the people standing and sitting, a mixture of races, this must have some importence then.
"I am Cpt. Rolnak Ordoth of His Royal Highness King Raha's Guard. I seek a man named Shaan, I represent the Royal house of Xiomar and the King's interests in this mission."

[pumirya]

Hagumi landed softly on the road a short distance in front of the inn she had been told would be the location of the meeting with Captain Shaan. She took a few moments to survey the outside of the building, noting its construction which was a good deal better then most of the buildings within the town. Pulling herself away from the distraction of a personal and very emotional thought which suddenly flashed into her mind, Hagumi entered the inn.

Hagumi walked slowly yet purposefully across the cool, dimly lit room, glancing briefly at the other people who were scattered about the room. Stopping at the far end of the bar, Hagumi then turned and briskly walked the length of the bar. Stopping in front of the bartender, Hagumi surveyed him silently for a moment before moving on to the door he had indicated with a ever so slight movement of his jaw. The large, fierce looking guard standing before the door looked preoccupied with some injury to his face and looked up with a start at Hagumi's approach, moving aside without a word as Hagumi silently brushed past him, opened the door and entered the small room beyond it.

Hagumi stopped just inside the door and began a quick survey of the room, her light blue eyes coming to rest briefly on all those gathered within the room's walls as each in turn was given a quick yet very thorough once over by the young Seraphim as her gaze moved from one person to the next, starting with Neon and ending with the man the others already knew as Captain Shaan. "My name is Hagumi Kusanagi. I am here to meet with Captain Shaan," she said in a quiet but very confident sounding voice, which well hid any feelings of discontent or uneasiness that she may have been feeling. "At least I'm not the only Seraphim here," she thought while she waited for Captain Shaan's response.

[TheQuietDeadlyOne]

Murtagh sighed contently as he finally passed through the shabby gates of Jahzara. It was very humid out, and he was tired, having walked such a long way. Drawing his hood tightly around his face, he continued to make his way through the shoddy streets, looking around for the inn in which he had been instructed to meet the others at. As he passed through the streets, he noticed many toppled carts, and that the roofs of some of the smaller houses seemed to have been displaces, and the foundations creaked, and wobbled. It was as if there had just been a large windstorm here. Though of course, it wouldn't take a huge storm to cause this sort of damage, not when the buildings were made of such primitive material. It was very quite right now, almost too quiet, in fact. And after glancing around, he saw that many people were peeking out of their makeshift doors, and windows at him. They all looked scared, or at least rattled. Had something recently happened here? Perhaps a Feral had attacked, or something of the sort.

Quickening his pace, a building much larger than the others soon came into view. This was clearly the inn, and it was one of the few buildings that showed no signs of damage from whatever had just happened. Suddenly, a thought came to him. Had all of this damage been related to the large shadow which he had seen pass over him on the road? Perhaps a Dragon Deava had done this. Though Murtagh couldn't be sure until he met with the others. So he walked up to the inn, and quickly let himself inside, looking around, and letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. It was quite a bit cooler in here, due to the building stone structure, and the fact that seemingly all of the windows were open. Looking over to the bar, Murtagh noticed that there was a giant of a man already standing at the counter, talking to the bartender, who was a tiger hybrid, with large tusks.


Walking over to the bar, the hybrid turned to him, gesturing to the giant man that he should go through a door to the left of the bar. "What can I do for you, sir?" The hybrid asked, his voice rough, and gritty. He was looking at Murtagh suspiciously, probably due to the fact that he still had his hood covering ninety percent of his face. "I'm here to see a man named Shaan. I don't suppose you could direct me to him?" Murtagh asked quietly, leaning slightly over the counter so that he wouldn't be overheard. The hybrid seemingly hesitated for a moment, before jerking his head towards the door he had just indicated that the large man should go through. Nodding his head in thanks, Murtagh followed the large man through the door, walking past a guard there who was staring at Rolnak in shock. Clearly, he was not used to being dwarfed by other man.

"I apologize for being late everyone, I had to come a long way to get here, and I traveled on foot, as I had difficulty getting a mount." Murtagh said formally, glancing across the room. It was nearly crowded, and a full assortment of people were already in here. There were seraphim, daeva, and one other human male there. Nodding his to each in turn, he walked across the room to stand against the wall furthest from the others. Now it was time for him to listen. And he had a feeling that Shaan was the tall gangly man, who was seemingly fighting back the urge to attempt to greet each new person who walked through the doors. There were many guards here, stationed around every entrance to the room. However that would only be motivation for other people to listen in on this little meeting. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long though, he was eager to get going, he hated staying in one place for an extended period of time.

Murtagh was quite a bit smaller than some of the other people in the room, standing at only six feet tall, and weighing only one-hundred-eighty pounds. However he was probably quite a bit quicker, and more agile than some of the others, and he wasn't exactly weak either. He mostly avoided large scuffles, and preferred to take out his enemies before they knew he was there, due to the fact that the only armor he wore, aside from his silver gauntlets, was a hard leather suit, and couldn't withstand much of a beating. But he didn't get often, even when he did confront his enemy head-on. He was very talented with the steel longsword that hung from his left hip, and he could even take on a sword wielding enemy with the combat dagger which was strapped to his thigh. For ranged combat, he had his Ash longbow, which was slung around his torso at the moment. Along with this bow, he had several arrows in the quiver that was currently hidden under his cloak. Yes, overall, Murtagh was a very dangerous man. And over the course of this mission, everyone else was going to learn that.

[Blazion]

"I am." Neon raised a hand, tilting it in a small form of a wave. She didn't even bother standing up, but Shaan did. He bolted up and greeted the new person, assuming it a member of the expedition and going to grasp his hand. Neon, however, was looking to Shaan's armor. In the scratched but gleaming reflection she could see the new person's image, trying to determine if she knew him or not.

However, before Shaan could offer his hand to the man both his, Neon's and the seraphim's eyes shot to the window at the sound of a scream. Neon's eyes narrowed as she saw a shadow fall over the ground outside, making it almost seem as if night turned to day. More screaming started up, and instinctually Shaan's hand fell to his belt, grasping for a weapon and cursing when he remembered that as a show of good faith her bore no arms. Neon, meanwhile, kept her gaze outside, slowly raising from her seat as she noted that from the way the grass was moving it seemed like large wings were beating.

"Dragon! In the square!" As Shaan was telling the guard at the door to go get his weapons a small form hit the Captain right in the chest. It was another guard, as young as he but seeming terrified as he clutched up at his Captain's armor.

"A dragon daeva?!" Shaan's eyes immediately turned to Neon, narrowed. She could practically see the relationship between Xerxes and Jahzara crumbling before her eyes. She rose the rest of the way from her seat, moving to the Captain and started to whisper to him, knowing the human and seraphim didn't need to know of this.

"I told all that I knew were coming to be respectful of your home. You must understand that some of us are very large though."

"Then the dragon should've landed outside the town!" Shaan hissed back his reply, his scraggly brown ears flattened to his head.

"I know - trust me my friend, I shall make sure any damages are paid for." Shaan still looked disgruntled, but Neon had worked with him before which is why he was so enthusiastic at greeting her. Finally he nodded and turned to the guard who had ran in.

"Go and get an injury and damage report - bring the injury report to me immediately." The guard looked terrified to go back out, but a sharp look from Shaan and the guard whimpered before leaving, casting Neon a distrustful and hateful look as he left. Shaan was now too worried to sit, instead standing stiffly and drumming his fingers on the table. Neon could only let loose a small sigh and sit back down. She could feel a headache coming on.

When the mysterious dragon daeva entered Shaan could only offer a stiff nod, aware that this man potentially harmed many of his town folk. Neon used her previous method and examined him through Shaan's armor until he moved to lean against the wall. She hadn't seen this daeva before, probably one of the various wanderers that didn't approve of Raha's iron rule. She'd have to keep an eye on him - for all she knew he could be a stage one feral himself. The unnamed seraphim actually cast a glare to the dragon though, thinking lowly of such a daeva.

The air in the room was thick with silence for a few moments, broken only by the guard who remained since Neon had entered. Insulting one of the seraphim who had come to the door, no doubt on edge after the daeva 'attack'. The seraphim in the room looked disgruntled at that, going to stand and probably go to yell at the stupid half-breed guard, just to smirk when the guard yelled and stepped aside for Sieg. Shaan didn't look approving, but his guard had started it and so went to introduce himself as the Captain, just for the seraphim to cut him off.

"Another seraphim, excellent. This group had been lacking some class." Here he threw his chest out, seeming quite proud of the duties he had been given despite the proximity it put him to these of lower class. "I am Insign of Adalrich. Here to inform you of your mission." Insign seemed ready to launch into the whole mission detail as if talking specifically to Sieg, but Shaan cut him off.

"Shouldn't we wait for the others Insign?" The blonde seraphim looked rather miffed at being cut off, so Shaan added. "There could be more seraphim coming, we have only one now." Reluctantly he nodded and moved back to his seat to wait. The Captain turned back to Sieg and smiled to him, nodding.

"I'm Shaan, we're merely waiting for others to arrive and then this meeting shall start." He gestured for the seraphim to take a seat, and like Neon offered to pour him a drink. As he was doing so Neon's gaze drew to the door, long pointed ears catching Rolnak's sniffing as Shaan was distracted. When he introduced himself Neon nodded to him.

"Captain Ordoth." Neon of course recognized the hybrid. He worked with an iron fist, she would've been a fool to not know of his work as an enforcer. He would know she's of higher rank than him, but none the less she also knew to treat him with respect. He had a temper. As such, as she greeted him she stood respectfully and bowed her head to him before once more taking her seat.

"Another Captain! Excellent!" Shaan seemed pleased, this after all must be someone with more respect. He followed Neon's example and bowed to the large hybrid, not recognizing him as such. It might've even been passed his generation. He glanced behind Rolnak as Murtagh spoke, grinning to the other man. It was nice to have polite people appear.

"Not late at all! We haven't quite started yet -" He went to continue speaking before the guard from before came up behind Ordoth. Shaan looked regretful he had to stop greeting people. He was even about to offer the traveler a drink as he mentioned he traveled by foot.

"Captain Shaan?" The Captain smiled apologetically to the two new comers and moved to the other who was giving Rolnak a distasteful look. They spoke in a quiet volume just outside the room, Neon's sharp ears catching that there was quite a bit of devastation but only to those things not grounded. Any injuries were small, mostly just small scrapes from those that were thrown into the air. She noted there was some mention of that daeva in the room having been rough with some of the hybrids that got in his way though.

Finally Shaan reentered, seeming rather relieved no one was seriously hurt, and Neon had already promised to reimburse any damages. He looked around at those assembled, frowning at most of the strange faces. He almost started to speak when the guard made a small grunt, Shaan looking to him as he nodded outwards, signalling that there was at least one more stranger approaching.

When another seraphim entered Shaan's grin brightened, since she was after all a very attractive seraphim. He hurried forward, taking her hand and kneeling down to kiss the back of it. Neon thought it was rather cute how he hurried to impress the seraphim despite knowing most pure breeds didn't take hybrid mates often. Shaan actually did the same to her on their first meeting.

"I'm Captain Shaan ma'am. It's a pleasure - we were actually just about to start the meeting!" He gestured grandly to a seat for her, even moving to draw it out. Insign snorted, muttering under his breath.

"Pathetic half-breed." Neon's eyes flashed briefly to Rolnak, weary of his legendary fierceness in the streets of Xerxes, and to stop him from potentially causing a ruckus reacted first. She wasn't actually sure if he would, she hadn't worked with him directly but she heard rumors.

"When you insult his race you insult both mine and yours." Neon's hand shot out, grabbing onto the front of Insign's well embroidered robes across the table and glaring directly into his eyes. He flinched, evidently not experienced in combat and stayed silent. It wasn't the reaction Neon wanted.

"Apologize to him." She nodded to Shaan, who seemed mildly surprised but pleased at her insistence. Insign looked very much like he wanted to refuse, so her grip tightened, partially choking him, and the combination of both that and the knowledge that Neon was essential Xerxes' universal ambassador he complied.

"Sorry." His answer was a hiss, but enough for Neon as she let him go and sat back. Shaan, despite his distress over Damian's entry earlier, seemed mollified by Neon's actions and happily strode back to his position at the front of the table, pausing only to tell the guard at the door to instruct any late comers to come in quietly, before starting to speak.

"Well, it looks like the majority of people are here! As you all know, I'm Captain Shaan of Jahzara." He seemed quite proud, most of the upset he felt earlier having melted away. He was quite a people person. "I've been asked to host this meeting on neutral territory in order to avoid favoritism. Insign here is to brief you all on what his Lord Ardal found. Insign?" He grinned to the seraphim and sat, but Insign took the time to rather dramatically finish straightening his robes before standing.

"Yes, well, some of you may not know why you're here." He cast a rather distasteful look around the room, but then gestured to the pack in front of him, and when he spoke next his voice filled with pride at who he addressed. "His Lordship Ardal, descendant of the great and merciful Adil, has found information of great value to all daeva and hybrids." Insign paused here, giving the daeva specifically a rather dirty look. Especially Neon for touching him. Still, his hands worked at the pack and withdrew a small tome.

"This is not the original, but a copy of that precious information. We wouldn't want the original to fall into... [i]untrustworthy[i] hands. Now, I assume you all know the myths - that feralism started with a rescue team sent after a pack of researchers. This is a real, tangible journal of a woman who was on the journey!" He paused for what he expected to be dramatic gasps. Neon resisted her urge to snicker at him, but Shaan's eyes were wide as he listened with youthful excitement.

"In here we have found evidence, real evidence, of the first documented case of feralism." Insign paused, seeming to be losing himself in the excitement of this find, opening the book to a specific page and reading from it. The phrasing was very stiff despite it being a journal, probably common practice in old times. "Phoe's injuries are healing well, for which I am glad. Though I fear for him, he seems to be becoming distrustful and angry. He's lashing out at the others more and more. I was talking to Lael and he said though the wounds heal Phoe's mind does not. I truly hope he doesn't rea-" Insign cut off abruptly, but it seemed intentional as he turned the book around and placed it on the table, letting everyone see how even the blood splatter was carefully recreated on the otherwise crisp, clean page of the copy.

"From studying the journal Lael appears to be the physician of the group, Phoe is the woman's husband and the leader. As you can see, this is the first real documented case of feralism!" Shaan looked at the book in mild shock, excited as it was. Neon just examined it with narrowed eyes, pondering quietly.

"So you've found clues as to what might be causing this." Insign's excited look melted away, giving Neon an annoyed one instead.

"Of course we have. In the earlier pages it mentioned travel by boat across the water to unexplored wilderness. Judging from the land described and the travel, it appears they went to the southern isle. East of where Sassucus now lays, if our scholars are right." He puffed his chest out, adding. "They always are." Neon's eyes narrowed, knowing of the hostility the hybrids in Sassucus possessed for others.

"How will you be having us travel to Sassucus?" Insign paused, withdrawing a rather large scroll from his bag, brushing the book away to unfurl it to be a map of Czarina. He pointed to Jahzara, before tracing his finger south west along the path into the human kingdom.

"You'll be traveling to Boaz in order to secure passage to the harbor near Sassucus. Even you with wings couldn't fly the distance to Sassucus. The wondrous Lord Ardal has very generously offered to pay for said passage." Neon shook her head.

"That will be slow." Insign paused, casting Neon a dark look.

"And what? Going through Xerxes to your little harbor will be faster?" Neon sighed once more, taking the map and drawing it close, pointing to the small outlook between Xerxes and Jahzara.

"I shall send message ahead to my Kingdom to have a boat readied, yes. However it would be faster to travel to this outlook and then head south through uncharted territory and have the boat meet us there to take us the short distance from the shore to Sassucus' harbor."

"Are you mad? There are ferals in that land! Not to mention what if the boat didn't make it - no doubt you insane daeva have sunk dozens of ships trying to prove your naval superiority!" Neon actually snarled. It was a dangerous sound and Insign flinched again, but before she could snap at him Shaan cleared his throat to interrupt.

"Miss Neon?" Said daeva paused, eyes still narrowed hatefully on Insign before turning to look to Shaan. He smiled sheepishly, before looking up to address all there. "If you do decide to follow Miss Neon's suggestion, I ask a favor of you all. Along that road there have been disappearances of many of our townsfolk. I merely ask that while keeping an eye out for yourselves that you watch for any suspicious activities as well. There may be a feral attacking travelers. I would send men out to put it down myself but ... we're rather short staffed as it is." Shaan seemed embarrassed. Neon could understand, and nodded.

"I at the very least will take my own route. I shall do as you ask and watch out for anything, Shaan." Neon stood, and with a swift motion snatched the book copy despite Insign's outraged yell.

"Is there anything else we need to know Insign? Anything else to give us?" Insign huffed, glaring to the daeva.

"No."

"Then we're through. I shall send the message off for a boat, if anyone wishes to follow me." Neon closed the book with a snap, turning on her heel and brushing passed the guard at the door, the fur of her cape ruffling as she did so. Shaan smiled brightly, and turned back to the others.

"Any questions before you go?"

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[Mr Jesus Pants]

Damian was interested in the discussion but found it difficult to follow. Threats were constantly thrown out, violent reactions part of it too. But the majority of all the information provided was absorbed by his mind, a little strain but otherwise perfect. A number of the insults expressed were directed at the female Neon and Daeva in general. He found it difficult to keep his anger at a minimum as his pride was hammered by the man called Insign’s ridicule and slandering. Damian almost lost himself to a fiery rage when there was an angry sneer after Neon’s finished speaking, a strange protective nature decided to show itself in order to guard his kin from any hostilities. Half way through the meeting a female seraphim entered, her beauty nearly matching Damian’s own. He wasn’t used to any equal rivalry and he was confused by the feelings he felt when he laid grey eyes upon her perfectly crafted body. Damian was both aroused and infatuated with the female, these feelings new to him. Throughout his entire life spent as an elder he was never subject to misguided concepts of affection, his soul devoid of obsession. But now suddenly all that well maintained history crumbled away beneath his feet, leaving a precarious drop into an abyss of love below. The gorgeous angel’s movements seemed to flow without hindrance, much like his own and her features were slightly touched by age, giving her face of a woman just above 25. The gap between them seemed to be unbearably large as she glided past him, towards the captain. The soldier rushed forward to greet her, clearly he was astonished by her beauty but Damian knew Seraphim did not associate with dirty half-breeds. Damian’s tongue flicked with disgust, his mouth starting to taste like churned bile. Hate always came hand in hand with half-breeds for him and now the man’s reaction drew Damian only further from any sort of friendly emotions. A low growl escaped through a baring of teeth, the canines slightly elongated in order to rip tough meat to shreds, as the man bent down to kiss the Seraphim’s hand. The rest of the meeting was woefully uneventful and Damian drifted into a furry haze while the discussion continued. He was only revived right at the ending when Neon rushed out of the door and the Captain asked, “Any questions before you go?” Damian knew he better ask and so he moved towards the man ever so slightly as to indicate he wanted to speak with him. The man clearly shocked at the silent, withdrawn and mysterious Daeva’s address quickly recovered and smiled at him as he acknowledged Damian. “So how exactly are we going to get there? I could fly if it would be too much of a hassle to keep a dragon aboard.” Damian smiled at his amusing remark, remembering the way in which he had arrived and all the destruction he caused. Captain Shaan was entranced by both Damian’s magnificence and his lovely speech, his mouth gaping open forming a round ‘O’. The two beauties of the room burst into laughter at his comical expression, much to the embarrassment of the man. He recovered before he attempted to answer Damian’s question, a lot of stuttering in his nervous statement, “We will use Miss Neon’s plan, using boats to get us there.” Damian nodded in thanks before he made his way towards the Seraphim, attempting to court the woman before they would set of on their journey. She was at first disgruntled by his appearance but then slowly she turned into soft butter as his charms worked on her heavily guarded mind, breaching the barriers and filling her citadel with Damian’s charisma.

[The Whacko]

"I suppose it is proper that I introduce myself." the man in black leather and cloak said, dipping into an exagerated bow to Neon.

"Torvik the assassin, at your service, m'lady. King Aaron has been most generous enough to pay my fee to accompany you on your expedition. I'm sure you'll find my...talents, much to your liking." he said with a wicked grin as he rose, absently tapping the sabre at his waist.

"I've had years of experience."