Being ground into the earth wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, but I would soon wear the fool down, blunted by my spite. I just wanted a watch, a simple trinket that I loved the sound of so very much; the mechanism that revolutionized a great deal of the human technology. I wanted a conversation piece, -'Oh, sir! Where did you find such a striking facet of both practicality and beauty?' ='Why, in a game, my fair inquisitive...you! There once was a powerful dragon called 'Keeper' whose beauty was matched only by his love for time and its power over mortals. Perfecting his magic to keep time in his grip, some would think of him as a god, although...hm~ I wouldn't want to spoil an ending that didn't happen' -'Then you lie, sir! How can something end before it ends?' ='Why, if you keep it from starting, of course!' -'Hahaha! Clever...so, what was the game?' ='So simply, yet, by his rules, an impossibility...a staring contest~' -'Wow! And you beat a time lord in a staring contest...for a watch?' ~~~~~~~ The fires of Abraxas' spell licked at Insomnium, the fires quickly rending the darkness of his spikes from the demon's back. A thick black cloud billowed from his form as Keepa reformed, tumbling to the ground, their flesh alight as they quickly regrew the protective shell which contained their mass. With an agonized groan, Keepa pulled himself to his feet, shadows fading as even their clothes mended themselves. "Et habeant ad invicem, tunc..." (Let them retaliate upon each other, then...) he spat, limping a few steps before their legs finished at the joints, allowing him to throw himself into an alleyway to escape the chaos which was certain to draw the attention of his previous captors. In his state, he managed to drag himself half way into the ally for both cover and seclusion, a place to hide and process his stolen time. ~~~~~~~ And I would so coyly reply as I turn to let my skin shimmer in the evening sun, feinting walking away before seeming to take interest in the question, 'Oh? What watch? This mere bauble? Hoho! Well, do I have a story for you...~'

Insomnium barely felt the lick of the flames, but combined with the draining of his life, it was wearing him down a bit. Before he could cause himself more harm, however, a voice spoke in his head with the simple phrase, 'enough'. Suddenly, the demon's body begn to shine with dazzling light, before darkening into an empty void. The void soon took a humanoid shape, though it was hazy, indistinct, and had two glowing blue eyes. Abraxas' flames, held back by a strange, invisble field during the shift, now surge forth looking as if it was about hit the shadowed figure, only to go right thru it and into a near by building. Azous stepped out of the flames path, looking no worse for wear, and laid down on the ground, as if he was falling asleep. A few seconds later, he was, seeming to be out like a light, despite the fact that he was facing a giant demon in battle.

Siabel The black dragon yawned, waking up from a nap during the day. She was quite passive from when she returned from the rescue mission. Preferring to heal her wounds and relax from the stress. Asking for a place to say Nexias offered it, reluctant she took it mostly as it was inside the tribe. To Siabels pleasure the dragon was spending a lot of time being around. Stretching her wings she walked up to Momo, her little human pet, talking a bit to her about the plans for tonight they made their way towards the crystal shop. Tomorrow would start the big day for the black wind dragon as the ceremony for the teens would start. They would show off their magic to prove that they were strong enough to be adults. Hearing the rumors of other teens Siabel found it interesting that many fresh adults would instantly go for a mate, high from their success. She couldnt judge them as her herself had the same intentions when she arrived in the tribe...a life time ago..was it really just 3-4 days ago? She felt tired, all the interaction with the curios babies and other dragons who wanted to know more about Momo tired her out. The only good aspect was she hadnt had to worry about Momos safety, as the dragons were not really allowed to hurt any of the guest humans. Siabel even allowed her to wander around the tribe and spend the time with the other two. Arriving in front of the crystal shop she turned towards Momo.'' You can go and spend some time with the others, I will be after this in the training grounds. '' ''Thank you a lot my lady.'' Momo hummed, making a bow to her before all but happily run away like the hyper active 16 year old girl she was. Siabel watched her for a few moments before knocking on the door and slowly entered. The last time she was in this shop, there was quite the commotion thanks to Momo and the two headed child wanting to eat her. ''Hello? I hope I am not interrupting.'' Siabel hummed as she pushed the door open. She did wondered if that child dragon managed to age to a teen, in today ceremony. '' I wanted to..'' She trailed for moment before taking on her more determent face. '' I felt it was my responsibility for the unpleasant happening a few days ago. I was thinking the least I could do as apology to offer some company, if I am wished for.'' Siabel smiled pleasantly. Chu He watched the whole ceremony of the various children a lot of them he knew staying in the tribe and spending the time he did at the nursery. The days that passed were peacefully to the earth dragons standards. He spend most of it either around aster or around the nursery. He helped to watch over Myrtle and Momo, just as same. Now he knew she was a human not a baby dragon. He wasnt the type to be angry for long. He didnt left the dragon tribe, even less he wanted to remind himself of the adventure that happened because of some drinks. It was peacefully and he couldnt wait to see tomorrows try of Aksaja and Siabel to become adults. The teens who went thought the events 3 days ago. He hoped they wouldnt be too strongly affected by it all and do their best. Winter was one of them too but she couldnt handle it and once they arrived to the tribe she wished everyone a farewell and fly off her own way. She mentioned something about her remembering things and so she left. ''You can do it!'' He cheered a child on watching them be all shy in front of the grand grand parents of the tribe. It wasnt easy to perform your magic when you arent fully sure in the fact if you could do it. Winning against being nervous was part of the challenge.

Syrilth entered the barrier, forming ripples in the air around her figure as she passed through the invisible barrier. The faint sounds instantly became louder, much more clearer. She breathed in deeply. The scents of dragons, demons and humans filled her sharp nose. Even in her compact form, she still retained her dragon senses. Dragons chatted with each other as the festival went on, most of whom had flown from afar she did not recognise. Humans were mostly surrounded by dragons, being bombarded with questions. There were only a few demons, and they had dragon escorts with them. She smiled seeing a child dragon finally showing off a tremendous magic display after being all shy about it and get excited when it passed. She proceeded to wander around the tribe's grounds aimlessly, observing everything. It was one of her hobbies actually, observing, that is. Syrilth considered searching for her few friends who were probably scattered all over the place, but decided not to, as she figured they were most likely busy with something. She wasn't much of a social dragon, and would mostly be found alone. She didn't mind that fact though, although it would sometimes feel lonely. Thus she wasn't searching for a mate like many other adult dragons. She entered a shop after a black dragon had opened the shop's big doors meant for a dragon, intending to window shop. She witnessed the dragon apologizing to just about all who was there in the place, and was curious to find out why.

Lucatiel was just shoving Sealameet out the door when the human from a few days before came walking in. It took a few seconds for Lucatiel to remember the humans name by the sound of her voice. Once she did she gave her a smile."Hello again Momo," she said ",No you are not interrupting anything at all, he was just leaving." She gave her brother one last shove out of the door before returning to the conversation to Momo. Sealameet gave a hello and goodbye as quick as he could with his sister pushing him out before he was gone to go well where he wished. Lucatiel gave a wave of her hand at Momo."There is nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault. We dragon's still have instincts that get in the way of better judgement at times and unfortunately that was one of those moments. Your offer of company though is much appreciated and if you so desire you may stay as long as you wish."

It had been a interesting three days to say the least. With the expected chatter of visiting humans and of course Draken, everyone had something to gossip and gripe about. With a variety of dragons with different views, of course one came across something different. From those who were totally against humans and to others who were highly curious about them. After Mirazan's little rule on not hurting the human visitors though, those who disliked humans could only glare on. Draken didn't have much opinion to be here. Unless one liked listen to the gossip among the dragons and what they have been up to. Draken had spent most of his time either causing a little mischief and playing some jokes on some of the other Dragons, or watching Ezekiel. His Priest seemed to be enjoying himself, despite some of the more hateful dragons. In which case, Draken also didn't hesitate to play a joke on them. Still, he knew his human was resourceful and would be alright for the most part. Draken still kept a eye on him like he keeps a eye on just about everybody, but he allowed Ezekiel to go wherever he wished on his own. It pleased him to see the priest's dedication to him, despite facing those who feared and disliked him. Today, they were sitting in the stands, the human leaning up against him for more warmth. It was funny how Ezekiel got cold easily, but the grandfather obliged with fetching him warmer clothing and using his own body like a furnace. Normally, Draken didn't quite care for the events but he went with Ezekiel because it was a sight to behold. Plus, today in particular was one of his hatchlings time to try. "Mhmm indeed. With great power comes great responsibility as they say." Draken chuckled in answer to his human as he watched the ceremony, wrapping a arm around the priest. Brushing his fingers through the white hair, the absence of the mask a little odd considering Ezekiel usually hardly took it off before. It had been awhile since he had seen the human's face well. "You're quite a kind soul to not let me get your mask back for you." he chuckled. Damia had spent most of her time training for the child ceremony. Though she was quite curious as there was commotion about dragons who were captured and were rescued. The Great Grandmother Mirazan allowed humans and Draken into the tribe for the festival. It made her happy, it meant she could actually see her father in person. Yet, she didn't know what to say. What if he disliked her? What if she wasn't strong enough to make the powerful dragon proud? So she was hesitant to seek him out. If rumors hold, Draken had several hatchlings over his many years of living. He shot up into adulthood at a young age and almost had 2,000 years of life. So what if she was the worst of them all? To decide this, she trained harder, determined to finally become a teen dragon. Here she was now, shaking under the gazes of the Great Grandparents and a crowd of dragons watching. The emerald scaled two-headed dragon gulped a little, both heads in sync which meant she was non conflicted in being nervous. Glancing to the crowd as she heard a reassuring cheer, Damia took a deep breath and puffed up her chest to seem a little more confident. Flapping her wings, he long body slithered around on the ground, the left half opening the jaws and letting out a light green sparkling mist. A sweet smelling calming aroma emitting from it. Damia kept flying in circles emitting this cloud, spiraling upwards in a circle until the cloud was a nice large size. Stopping, the child turned around to look at the cloud, until there was a bit of shaking on the ground. Several green vines shot from the ground, twining together to create a large firm stem as a bud sprouted at the top, before parting into a glowing and shimmering rainbow colored rose petal like flower. Shining brilliantly for all to see. Damia's right head then breathed a dark smoggy green breath at the flower, the odor more foul smelling. The left head breathing the sweet smelling breath again afterward. After a moment, the flower started moving. Wiggling a little before seeming to start to dance, twirling the petals happily, causing strands of stray falling petals to burst into the air and gingerly float in the sky, fluttering with the wind. Once all the petals were removed, the stem wilted before crumbling into a pile of dirt. Damia flapped back to the ground and folded her wings. Shyly glancing around them up at the Great Grandparents for some sort of approval. It had been a tiring three days. Aster had spent time getting some rest to get a bit more healing after the whole ordeal. While he also spent time watching over Myrtle, who was quite tiring to keep up with. She might as well be a baby dragon with that much energy. While also hanging out with Chu, who also helped him out watching Myrtle. Today, after watching Myrtle who sort of watched part of the child ceremony before running off again, he sighed and decided to go and sit beside Chu, who he soon spotted cheering on the nervous child dragon. With a slight smile, he sat beside the earth dragon. "Hey Chu." he greeted softly, before glancing to the child as they created a brilliant flower for display. One of the humans who had been granted permission to attend the dragon festival, had made full use of it. Making full notes of how the dragons were. Their habits, their eating diet, and whatever. Of course every dragon was unique so he just started sketching dragons she saw and putting notes beside it. As well as the general culture of how they all lived. Myrtle had hanged around Aster and Chu for the most part, but also happily spent time with the other visiting humans. After all, pretty much all three of them were excited in attending the festival. Currently, Myrtle was sitting under a tree, cross legged as she writing down things in a notepad, a soft hum emitting from her throat.

The cat the black dragon had picked up was glaring at him intensely. Ignoring the dragon's maniacal, Ocotl stared at the cat back. He could feel the presence of a demon coming from it, but he other than the strangely large mouth, it was a completely normal, black and grey cat. He followed the black dragon as he led him back, glancing back to the cat occasionally. It seemed to continue to glare at him, some kind of determination behind its round black eyes. Ocotl hummed as he stared at the cat, tilting his head slightly. "Why do you stare at me so, Cat?" he grumbled, smiling slightly. He felt there was more to this than a cat. The presence of a demon had lingered throughout the trip through the forest with the black dragon, and it hadn't been there before. This cat is definitely not a cat, he thought. "You've been glaring at me for a long while." Ocotl could faintly feel the presence of another demon in the tribe, besides the cat next to him, but it was too faint to make out. He glanced briefly behind him, but there was nothing visible in the trees besides the faint shimmer of the barrier.

This demon seemed different from what Lynx had expected. He stared at him still, but with more of a curiosity than hatred. He had thought all other demons killed for fun and enjoyed others' misery. But this demon seemed humble, and just as curious about dragons as he was. He still didn't trust this tree demon completely, however. He could simply be acting, waiting for the right moment to strike. Lynx put that in the back of his mind, though; not the main thing he focused on, but still in his mind should the demon attack. He gave a kind look to the tree demon now. He didn't feel it was necessary to speak. He looked ahead of where they were walking, anticipating their arrival to the town.

The torrent of flame slammed into the building behind the now changed demon before him, causing the building to explode, intense flames lighting up the area. It seems he had defeated two birds with one stone, as the shadow demon was gone, slithering off into an alleyway and the large berserker demon seemed to morph bodies, coming to a stop in the middle of the battle. "Go ra tonth da la re mera!"(All shall crumble before my power and flee in terror!) Abraxas said as he slowly walked over to the now unconscious demon before him. How insulting that it would be sleeping in this battle, but Abraxas did not care as long as he killed it. Half way there a new threat could be heard. Human shouts and machinery, as he turned his head to humans approaching steadfast, some glad in armor others in clothes and the majority armed with weapons of war. This demon would have to wait for now, as he had other matters to be worried with. He gave a bellow, and started to charge at the humans in their trucks. He was met by a barrage of bullets that bounced off his thick plates. The sight of a creature charging at them, taking no damage gave way to madness, with many breaking rank and running away back into the city. His spike sword on his right wrist elongated, and as he reached the first truck, he plunged it into the cab, crushing whoever was in. With his left hand he picked up a human in the bed and threw the poor fellow into a building. More bullets flew into him, one nicking him in the right eye, causing a temporary blindness. As he held his head, he was then rammed by a truck and sent sprawling backwards, his bulk smashing into a street lamp. Coming to his senses he realized that they were trying to pin him down with rope and stones. Abraxas simply flexed his arms into the air, breaking the rope. It would take more then that to subdue him, that was for sure. His retaliation to their assault would result in another truck being destroyed by a fireball. The fight would be over soon.

Nexias wasn't bothered by the tree man talking to the cat, but he was bothered by the tree man's lack of manners. He had asked it for a name, and it had decided to just ignore him, and after he had been nice enough to show it around. This caused the dragon to pout, upset and now considering whether he should even show such a rude being around or just kick him out of the tribe for trespassing like he should have done. 'As fun as that may be, I won't because unlike some talking tree people, I'm a proper gentlemen and would never go back on something I promised, for it would be rude.' Nexias, however, was soon distracted from his inner thoughts as he saw one of the child dragon's displays. He didn't know who they were, but that flower thing was incredible cool and Nexias cheered accordingly, yelling out shouts of approval, before he turned as he noticed a familiar scent. Quickly spotting his prey, Nexias quickly walked over, making sure his tree friend was following close behind as he did so. "Oi Draken, long time, no see. How have you and your little human friend been doing? Wait, is that his face, wooooooooooow, I don't think I've ever seen him with his mask off, where is it? Oh man, Draken, guesss what, i finally did it, I've been saying I would for a while, but know I've finally did it! The Chickens of the Night are active, I can't wait to send them on their next mission, as today was just a test run of their ability to cause chaos with out alterations. I can't wait for the real fun to start? Any who, are their any hatchlings you watching today Draken, as that two headed one shows real promise with her flower thing, that was really cool. Not as cool as what I plan to do, but still pretty cool." @Silver Fox

I pulled myself to my feet checking my watch at to best judge how much time I had before sunset. There was no watch...not now, at least. I wanted it more than you would think. I've never owned a watch before, and the sight of my old crystalline hand with the watches still on its wrist tempted me. I didn't want to make a go for it, the fight with...whoever the monster was that still continued to terrorize the all of not my problem being one of the dumbest things I had done in a very long time; picking fights with demons was a silly uphill battle which would only cost me my newfound freedom. Still...the other one was gone, I think? A faint sense of familiarity resonated with the now sleeping form. I wasn't about to excuse the possibility of a shape-shifter, and it was laying right next to my arm...my watches. Ugh~ ~~~~~~~~~ Keepa hesitated, peeking out at the carnage the other demon was wreaking upon the armored humans. A distraction enough, he darted out in his human form; the energy still processing, too weak from the fire spell to manage anything more. Quickly, he filched the decorative wristwear, glancing to the sleeping figure with psuedo-contemptful apathy, well aware of the events of less than a minute ago. Still, having managed the last fastening of the second watch, he looked back, imagining it might not be too unseemly for someone to... ~~~~~~~~~ What am I doing...he just attacked me. While I was trying to help, no less! I should just drain him dry and be done with it. Still, an answer would be nice. Attempting to do...well...anything with the figure proved fruitless as I couldn't even grasp them. I suppose my questions for the nameless ones would go unanswered. They disgusted me, being such a thorn in my side and, when it mattered, the only one of potential use reverting to such a vulnerable state. Wasting My Time... I slapped myself on my facecheeks with both hands to focus myself. 3:05 and 9:50...I shook my head lightly, doing my best to wake them as gently as reasonably possible while leaning over them. "Sir? Are you alright, sir?" I softly chirped, my expressions settling to genuine concern as I did what I could to rouse them from whatever slumber that had taken the fool. If they did not immediately wake, I would simply wash my hands of the issue.

Azous looked up at the other demon,a little put off from having been woken up, recognizing it to be the one Insomnium was fighting earlier. Great, now he would have to get up and apologize to them for Insomnium's mess-making, again. Sometimes, Azous regretted ever creating that form, but it had it's uses. Hell, Azous didn't even know if he did make the form, but the general guess is that he's the original out of the forms so, he bares the blame for their conception. Again, fucking fantastic. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright" He spoke directly into the other demon's mind, as he was unable to affect even the air to create soundwaves. Only reason he was visible was because the dimension he's tied to also works on a plane similar to this one, though he appears like a shadow to everyone who sees him. He has learned to be able to listen the surface thoughts he finds, allowing him to listen to what their saying and speak back. "And I apologize for whatever injuries Insomnium may have caused in his rampaging. You're a demon yes, so you know of many of us having alternate forms, well mine are all self-aware, and Insomnium has a mean case of berserker rage. I deeply apologize for him harming you, but seeing as how you surivied then I glad. I've stopped trying to hold him back from such actions a long time ago, as it happens too many times. Anyway, we should be on our way then, while that other demon keeps the hunter's off our backs." Azous finished, before lifting himself off the ground and motioning for the other being to lead the way. @Hawlin

She was glad Lucatiel didnt mind her being around. Happy as same that the crystal dragon wasnt angry or blaming her or her lady for the past events. Poking Siabel in the side to encourage her. Hearing her lady sigh in return, the human planed to go and speak to Myrtle again but wanted to ensure her lady gets a bit out of her shell she was hiding away in Nexias cave. After she made sure her Lady was socializing she will search up the other human girl in the tribe. It was the festival and it was more than needed for her lady to socialize with her fellow dragons. There was no better place for that than staying at the crystal shop. At least thats how Momo saw the situation. And the crystal dragon beside beautifully, was a really warm feeling person at least to the human judgement. ''My Lady would you allow me to stay together with you to be lady Lucatiel company?'' She beamed happily. Seeing the dragon behind them she made a bow towards him or her. She couldnt guesses yet which gender the compact form could be of the shop visitor. There was no around it, well she didnt plan to avoid it. ''I allow it and hope you wouldnt mind me either. I hope your shop had many crystals traded with other dragons this past few days?'' Siabel smiled not minding the curios stare she felt on herself Instead walking to the table and sat down on the chair where a while ago Sealameet sat. '' Please do your duties as a shop keeper wouldnt want to let your customers be inpatient.'' She spoke to the crystal dragon leaning her head on her arm legs crossing. One after another of the child showed their magic. Some did better some did worse. Her mind wasnt fully on the task of judging them. Mostly being a worry bag to begin with she was getting nearly hourly information about the happenings around. She never saw a demon in person. Being one of the youngest grand grandmothers. This whole festival was just too eventfully and not of the good kind. Judging along with what the other grand grand parents said, giving her voice to the decision of the majority. She was quite aware the moment Draken sat down in the stands too. She wasnt the one for the idea of him being there. She only respected the dragons with more experience than her explaining how it would be much better having him in the tribe. Why exactly, she didnt knew, but her instincts did not saw him as a danger. It was more the fear a happy go lucky dragon would challenge the exiled dragon and cause chaos in the tribe. There was a lot on her mind. She let her gaze down smiling at the nervous child in front of them all. The two headed dragon started performing and it looked adorable and beautiful. The work together between the heads were quite nice. ''The heads work nice together.'' Said the one of the heads of the 3 headed dragon smirking at her before following the patterns created. ''It smell nice'' Mirazan replied to the other GGF watching the dying of the flower, the green mist still a bit in the air. There was a few whispering words between the grand grand parents which Mirazan passively listened too. ''... when heads start to work together they get easier older.'' ''Well it did looked impressive but not as well as the fire child from a bit ago.'' ''... Dont be so strick, in your eyes no one would ever age.'' ''Hahha, fine fine I awaited just some more from Drakens offspring. It looks just so tame and innocent.'' Some moments passed the whispering between grandpa grand parents ended and one after another they started to tell their choose. ''Passed.'' ''You grow.'' ''Aged.'' ... Mirazan smiled '' Damia you are now a teen. You are free to follow your will explore the world and find the life you want to live. I wish you all the best.'' She said warmly to the two headed dragon before moving her head to look at the last child standing and waiting. '' Come forth its your turn. '' Her eyes wandered again to Draken now talking to another dragon and.... She wasnt sure what that was....the only thing she knew was it wasnt a dragon. She didnt recognized it as one. Confused for a few moments longer before the other grand grand parents started to react. The 3 headed ones mid head growled loud enough the whole arena heard him more than clear. ''Dragon! What are you doing!'' It growled but Mirazan raised her hand. '' Nexias, are you aware of what your companions are? Its a disgrace to interrupt the aging ceremony. ''She sighed looking and observing the situation especially curios she was on Drakens reaction. Was that tree thing a demon? ''Continue child. '' She encouraged the poor dragon who was scared for life from the 3 headed dragon growling the world away. He was grinning as he watched Damia shyly perform the magic. It looked even more impressive than a few days ago he remembered. Seeing Aster as the water and fire dragon sat beside him. He wrapped his hand around Aster shoulder and gave him a peek on the cheek. '' You came just in time, its Damia turn. I am sure the ggp will let her get older.'' Chu hummed. Watching the show slowly end and the oldest dragon whisper something between them. ''What would you like to do after this? Want to have a romantic walk in the woods or preferring the waterfalls?'' He whispered to Aster switching his attention back as he was listening as one after another they declared the child to a teen. ''Congrats! You made it!'' Chu called out with full lungs. Being happy for anyone who aged. '' Cannot to wait who the new adults will become tomorrow. You know I bet there will be quite a few eggs dropped at the nursery after tomorrow. '' Chu laughed being in high spirit and back to his normal happy go lucky self. It was quite a shock as he nuzzled Aster shoulder with his head hearing the growl. Several rows and seats away was the place all the GGP were staring at. It was easy to recognize Draken and the human sitting beside him. '' How about we go now? '' Chu offered Aster as he found it would be good not to get involved this time around. It wasnt his fault so he was quite happy about that. Not too far away from the rampage in the bar ''Happy Drunk'' Moris cleaned a glass. No one arrived yet, and the sounds of explosion could be heard, they were weak but still noticeable. From his years of experience they couldnt be too far away.Maybe from the marketplace? Limping as he walked to one of the tables cleaning the already clean table. He busied himself it wasnt his problem. He was in pension thanks to the incident several years ago. He didnt have to act at all. Just a limping middle aged bartender that what he was. Another explosion this time weaker sounding. He couldnt hold it. Going to the window he raised the covers that kept his guest away from the street eyes. Well more of a shaggy alleyways eyes. Hidden by towering buildings all around. He couldnt see anything at all. Cursing under his breath he put the covers back, the door was having the open sign on it. Just as he walked in his slow pace to the door, it opened. A man selling watches collapsed in front of his feet. Looking up at him before he all but hugged Moris legs. '' It was horrible so horrible.''Started the man to whine crying in the ex hunters pants. His face cringed, grabbing the man by the collar he pulled him up and pushed in one of the chairs. His mumbling about blood and being eaten alive was more than annoying. He poured him a glass of cheep alcohol. ''Its on house, just get you self together and speak again when you are able to think properly.....or more properly.'' Moris said the man gulping the alcohol away and started talking. ''It...It started with the weird customer...I...He wanted two watches to buy and I was thinking how strange he was talking ready to....call the guars, so much blood...'' ''Concentrating.'' Moris snarled making the man stiff up and like a charm continue. '' I..I saw the man fly by ....He hit the wall like a r-ragdoll the blood...the blood was everywhere.'' The watch sales man shock. ''I saw it the big ..with spikes... demon. I started to run I wanted to go back and get my gold...But then I saw it eat...it ripped meat off a ...I..I think it was a man off. '' Moris watched as the man face sunk in his hands. Making out the words scared, peeing, running, and hunter. The last probably referring to himself Moris, not may knew he was a ex hunter from his customers, only the regulars knew it. The man crying and shaking in front of him was one of them. Moris poured the man another glass of alcohol it was hard for him not to go and check himself. He had no physical condition for it anymore. His back was not what it was before the injury. ''They will...they will do something right?'' ''Who?'' MOris said barely giving attention to the man. His eyes were set on his door. ''Who? The guild! The hunter guild!They will do something!'' He stayed silent, Moris felt it in his bones tonight demons were close, the conversation from earlier today echoing in his mind. It could be....it could be they wouldnt do anything....they will let it run wild and wait to power out....letting who knows how many of the innocent untrained people die in their place... All to ensure their hide is safe in the future. The glass broke in Moris hands cutting his hand. The glass he didnt even notice he was cleaning. He grunted as a response to it all.

"I understand." At the mention of his mask, Ezekiel instinctively touched his face, grazing his hand over his right eye. He had only started wearing it because of that; people would stare and ask questions and choose to focus on the eye patch he wore rather than his words. But most never questioned the skull. Maybe it was because he had always had a reputation for being odd, or maybe people didn't find it a good idea to question a man wearing a skull. Even if it had started in anger and spite, it had practically become his face. "It does feel odd without it, but in the long run it's trivial. I forgot how bright the world was." Draken seemed particularly interested in the dragon currently up. She had a good performance, in Ezekiel's opinion. His standards were low, considering he hadn't seen many displays, but he admired the gentleness of the show. "I like the grace." He commented, taking his attention off the display to look at his god. "Do you know them, my lord?" It was hard to judge years when it came to dragons, but they seemed too far apart to really know each other well. A dragon Ezekiel had seen few times in the past approached, with another beast in tow. It certainly wasn't a dragon, or a human. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, even with his knowledge on different species and races. With his lord he wasn't worried, but they weren't exactly something he would approach on his own. His weary look lasted for only a split second before turning to Nexias. The dragon talked at a mile a minute, as usual. Much of the conversation went right over his head, as it wasn't directed at him, but he found slight amusement in the questioning of his mask. He would have a fun time explaining that to the church. Most, if not all of the orphans had never seen his face before. He gave a welcoming nod to the dragon, but not putting himself in the conversation as he focused on the elders discussing the child's performance. One of the elders kept looking to Draken. He knew his lord's appearance wasn't appreciated by everyone, but the dragon had to be thinking something. After all, the rest of the council didn't seem to pay him any mind. He wasn't about to question the subject. Lost in his thoughts, he was snapped back into reality when the council addressed Nexias. They didn't sound too pleased. Whatever that tree was, it didn't belong here. He almost felt sorry for the dragon in the arena, so nervous already before the growling of three unimaginably powerful dragons. The other demons seemed to be having a hell of a time trying to kill one another. Or, maybe they were just trying to establish dominance. Or, most likely, they were all just pissed off and this was as good as an excuse as any to fight. The one had fallen, but not from defeat...Milhoro wanted to investigate, but their opponents already seemed to be on that. He wasn't about to get himself into a mess because of his curiosity. His attention was taken with the other's as shouts ad the sounds of machinery drew near. Milhoro stepped down from the broken down slags of concrete, caustic shadows melting through the cracks. The humans, armed to the teeth, didn't frighten him. After all, if he could quell a hoard of demons, anything else would be easy. One could question the intelligence of someone who chose to go up against a demon, but he respected their dedication to their cause. The other demon looked to have no problem with taking the humans head on. That was fine. It gave Milhoro a chance to pick his angle. He noticed that as the brazen demon attacked, there were deserters. Cowards. If they were in his army, he'd have them hunted down and crucified. And while he didn't necessarily have the time to do that to them himself, he could certainty teach them a lesson. Lucky for him, most of the remaining humans seemed focused on the tank slaughtering them. A few weary stragglers around the edges spotted the shadow, but their vocal chords were rotted out before their screams could be heard. He cut off the deserters, immediately going for one in the center. The demon pounced, leaving only a rotting, unrecognizable mess of parts in his wake. Bullets were upon him, and he felt his patience running short very quickly as his tar-like blood started to coagulate. "Save a bullet for yourselves." His voice was deep, quiet, monotone; the last thing many of the deserters would hear.

Lynx's eyes glistened with awe as the two headed dragon preformed her stunt. He had no idea that dragons could learn such delicate magic. He looked around to see all the dragons around him, thriving as a society. It amazed Lynx. He was extremely happy that he was able to experience this moment. The feeling of awe turned to horror as he heard one of the dragons growl with what seemed to be anger. Lynx tensed up a little, ready to flee if he felt necessary. His attention turned to one of the very large dragons who seemed to be running this whole event. Another dragon turned to the dragon who was holding Lynx, which Lynx now knew was called Nexias, about knowing what his guests were. Lynx's anxiety levels were at a maximum, as he thought the other dragon was referring to him. He felt a surge of fear run through him. He still wasn't sure if dragons hated demons or not, but from the looks of it, it seemed as if they wanted them dead just as much as the humans did.

The black haired individual watched the young dragon's display, a much more prettier and passive approached compared to most of his other hatchlings who often tried to be bold and just as outrageous with their magic as his own. He supposed it was not a bad thing however, Damia was still quite a young dragon and pretty flowers could have thorns. Her magic simply didn't quite grow them just yet. But still impressive enough he supposed. If used aggressively, she might not do so bad. At Ezekiel's question, the Dragon God simply chuckled. "One of my youngest offspring. Damia I believe her mother named. I admit, she doesn't have quite the force as the others, but having the only one to have grace with their magic. Especially for a two headed dragon." he mused before turning his head as a familiar scent drifted in his nose and a voice called out. Glancing his red eyes to the approaching figure, a amused smirk crossed the elder's lips as he saw the dragon Nexias. Who eagerly spoke to him in the usual fast crazy manor. Of course, dragging along demons. Nexias was a odd individual, perhaps just like Draken but in a slightly different way. But that's what made it fun really. Their magic was also not quite so different if one thought about it, which was perhaps why they got along well. That and both enjoyed driving just about everyone else insane. "Awe Nex, it indeed has been a long time. We have been well, though some hatchlings decided to swipe Ezekiel's mask. It's been a long time since he's been without it." he mused before smirking a little at the chicken comment. "Excellent, Nex, I knew you could accomplish such a feet. Those under the chaos of the Chickens of the Night shall never know what shall befall them." he chuckled with a hum before glancing back to the young green dragon. "Awe yes, I believe that one there is the youngest, last child aged dragon of my hatchlings. She's a bit more passive and graceful compared to the others more destructive power, but she's still young and her magic can prove promising with time." he said before looking to the demons. "I see you're enjoying bringing in new creatures with you." Draken mused before listening to a growl come from the three headed elder. As the elders spoke, Draken simply smirked in amusement, obviously showing very little to no worry upon his calm mischievous expression. "Oh do show control of your temper dear elder. Wouldn't want be called going senile now would you? The poor hatchlings have worked so hard to show you what you got, the least you could do is pay attention rather than worrying about little flies." Draken mused with a smirk before looking to Nexias. "If your plan was to annoy the Great Grandparents, I quite approve." he chuckled to the younger dragon. The two-headed dragon shifted uncomfortably as she listened and watched the elders carefully discussing. Her long body shifting side to side as if to to slightly pace in place. Nervous about if she would make it or not or if she did well enough. She trained extra hard after hearing Draken was here and she wanted to do her best. It was a lot of pressure on her and being one of his hatchlings. As the final verdict was given, the two headed dragon brightened as she was declared a teen. Both heads chirping and flapping the wings excitedly as she flew in circles. "Yes yes yes yes!" the left head cheered joyfully. "Hah! I knew I could do it! No sweat!" the right head smirked more confidently. "Oh shush! No need to brag so much! We were soooo nervous!" the left head spoke before both head bowed a little to the elders before fluttering out from the clearing, spinning and flying in twists and circles energetically. "Thank you Chu!" Both heads chirped as they flew over the earth dragon. Aster blushed a little as the earth dragon wrapped a arm around him and kissed his cheek. Ever since they had returned, the earth dragon had been... Quite lovey Davey as Myrtle would put it. More so than the regular flirting he usually did. Despite how easily flustered he got, Aster found that he didn't really mind it. Even though he called Chu a idiot for coming into the Hunters Guild to rescue him after trying to keep him safe, it felt nice that someone would come from him. Expecting the same abandonment he felt as a hatchling. When Chu mentioned Damia, Aster smiled as he watched the child dragon perform. "Yeah she's been working hard so I'm sure she will do fine." he said before blushing deeper as Chu asked what to do and the dual magic dragon shrugged a little. "U-Um.. A walk through the forest doesn't sound so bad." he answered, his face reddening deeper at the nuzzles before Damia finished and passed, then he started pausing as a elder started growling. At Chu's suggestion on leaving, Aster nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me." he answered before lightly kissing the earth dragon on the cheek briefly before darting off ahead of him towards the forest.

The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth. ~~~ "My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what? "Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute. 3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands. "We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step. ~~~~~~~~~ Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.

Nexias Nexias eyes snapped between Draken and the newly aged teen, a hint of surprise easily visible on his face. "I would never have guessed, she must take after her mother then. She seems very much unlike you, in both looks and use of magic. But still, you must be proud to have her be apart of your bloodline. I have begun thinking that I need to find a mate soon, raise a brood, teaching them how to spread chaos across the land, can you imagine it?!?!" Nexias began to get excited, but then quickly sobered when he thought about what would have to come before that, taking care of them. He would not lie, he'd hate irt, but he also couldn't bear the thought of leaving a hatchling to fend for itself or with his partner, a ferling born from his own abandonment by his parents. He was about to ask Draken for his advice on the matter,when heard a growl being sent in his direction. As hewas berated, Nexias didn't move, except to olace the cat down on a shadowed pedastal he'd summoned. He then turned around, and fixed the 3-headed elder with a cold glare, the grass beneath him beginning to writhe and darken as Madness and Shadow magic radiated from his being. Shadows began to undulate and dance, whispers began to enter the minds of all but the most powerful present, and Nexias let out a growl of his own, a derp menacing growl.the reverberate throughout the air. "Elder, these are my guests, so please, treat them with respect that is due to them. If you have a problem, I can gladly demonstrate my magical abilities right now, in a duel, though I doubt that'd fair to those who have yet to take the ceremoney. So please, Elder, apologize to my guests for being as rude as you were." Azous Azous shrugged his shoulders when the other demon looked to him for help. "Do whatever you want, it's only a human, though I would suggest not killing him, as it might draw undue attention ourway" Azous said to her telepathicly, following her and the human and waiting to see what the demon would do.

He decide even if he wouldnt join the fight, at least he will try and get a observation of it. Telling the man to go home to his family Moris stepped out of the bar, locking behind himself he started limping thougth the alleyways. Many memories passed his mind, remembering when he was a young apprentice. He was watching the cage with the captured creature. His mentor writing things in his report. A demon was there, he felt scared as he was watching from a safe distance how the other hunters were taking ... the thing down. He felt amazement and wished to fight just like his brother and sister by guild. ''Move away ya.'' His mentor warned as they placed a blanket over the caged demon. '' They try to bite even when they are in the cage. '' '' Why dont we kill it on the spot?'' ''Moris, Moris, naive. Demons are different than dragons. There were demons who faked their death to escape and demons who when died would let out poison and shadows that would drive crazy if not kill everyone around as a act of revenge. Those beast are driven by revenge and battle. They do not know reason, and dont want to follow it.'' '' So what do we do with them?'' The young Moris asked his mentor. ''Hold them captive, and when we are sure how to kill them we will do just that.'' His mentor smiled ordering to have the cage moved on the transporter. He lied, they never intended to kill them but research them. He spit in the trash bin he passed by, taking out a flask to take a drink. He felt his back pain, its way to complain for Moris to slow down as he walked. Moris ignored it, it goal was one of the highest building close by, from its roof top he could clearly see what was going in the marketplace. He didnt continue walking as he felt another feeling, he felt watched. SOmething was close by his instincts perked a shiver running down his spine. Chu waves at the flying by new teen. Happy about the congratulations. The peek on his cheek made him grin and giggle. Standing up and offering his hand to Aster, as his response to the gently act. '' Lets go~'' He hummed quite flirtatious including a wink as they made their way around and out the Arena. He looked behind as they were leaving it just in time to see Nexias use his magic and all but challenge the grand grand parents. ''Nexia really likes to irritate the grandgrand parents....well he teases them quite differently than I do. '' Chu chuckled remembering how often he teased the ggp about various things. Waving his hand away he made his way to the forest area with Aster, the earth dragon happy he wasnt part of it. After that Chu wrapped his hands around Aster waist as they were walking grinning wide. '' You look tired? Did Myrtle tired you out? She is quite energetic.'' He laughed a bit, passing several dragons on their way in regular and compact form alike. '' I saw her draw and make noted about anything there was. What do you think of gifting her more paper?'' The reaction was more not a positive one. Nexia reacting with a challenge to the one stronger than him even releasing his influencing magic all over the place. The sound of sobbing took her attention as the child performing couldnt handle the voice it started to hear and simply run out the arena. ''Well that ended the today ceremony, so no need to worry about the senile'' She said, moving from her seat to stand and looking at Nexias and Draken. She was thinking how to handle the situation further. It was Sandy who chipped in. '' Oh lets have a little battle Nexias I am always up to look into a mind like yours and do things to it~'' The Grand Grandparent shifted to his compact form opening his arms in a welcoming hug. It was the green head Ne of the 3 headed dragon who spoke the softest in this situation. '' How about we all say sorry. I dont think humans can handle the voices Nexais makes. And I liked that white one. '' The head spoke with a nearly child like voice being stared on by the other two for a moment. ''If they are your guest Nexias than tell us at least their names. You are taking the responsibility for their action or?'' Mirazan questioned him, her skin emitting a warm and comforting light around the arena to subtle the magic of the other shadow dragon, and Sandy was helping out placing in any weaker dragon the feeling of security and hope. There was no reason in the GGP eyes to make other dragons be bothered by the mischief of one. Even if it was a situation where many hatching could die on the hands of the creatures Nexias was calling guest.

She was one of his children? He wasn't even aware the god had any. It made sense for a 2,000 year old dragon to have children, but it was a topic previously never brought up, and Ezekiel never thought about it. Draken didn't sound too impressed with her performance, but his comment still held an overall positive tone. "I think it shows nice potential." It didn't hold the same power to influence as Draken's did, but it definitely held other uses. It wasn't surprising to hear Draken instigating something of an argument. While he knew when to stop, he always wanted to have the last word. Nexias, however, seemed to really want the last word. Before Ezekiel could fully figure out what the dragon was doing, he heard something. He looked up to Draken, curious, did he say something? But one voice turned to ten, and the ten continued to grow further. Someone was talking, but so were a thousand others, all trying to command his attention. He doubled over, running his fingers through his hair, muttering in a futile attempt to drown out the whispering. Coming back to his senses, Ezekiel slowly straightened his posture, letting out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. If nothing else, it was good to know exactly what other dragons were capable of. "Is...Is everything alright, my Lord?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was asking that question. Maybe it was to get his bearings, or maybe to make sure that he himself was still there. Most likely a mix of both. The elders were still addressing Nexias, so it couldn't have lasted that long. He sighed, leaning against his god once more.