it started as a high pitched whistling that then went past him, landing with a thud in the ground was a dragonbone arrow. Abraxas was then besieged on all sides as arrows landed left and right of him, a single blue light was set apart from the night sky. An arrow managed to strike him in the chest, piercing through his thick armor slightly, enough to irk him. He pulled it out, throwing it to the ground and his black blood poured forth from the wound falling to the ground with a splatter. The ground itself seemed to burn black as soon as the blood touched. Abraxas then realized that he had over stayed his welcome and it was time to flee but first, one more surprise. He flexed, his body becoming wreathed in flames and he began to run away from the city, his body causing fires as he went. Though he did not know it, he was heading straight for the magical barrier, causing a path of fire as he went.

ToRaNe was getting ready to continue the fight with Nexias. A small bird made out of bones came and land on Ne's snort. Making all 3 heads for a moment not care about the demon shooting up to them. In a brief moment the message was transferred to him and he turned to his compact form effectually avoiding the line of fire from Nexias. ''I am sorry boy the fights ends here. I have things to attend to this very moment. '' A voice close sounding to To spoke as the man landed elegantly on his feet. '' Play with some other dragon or do what you planed before we started to have a fun training session.'' Ne voice came out of the mans lips before the compact elder dragon was surrounded by earth and fall into it. The earth floor returned back to normal. As the elder dragon traveled to the edge of the tribe. Passing under the crystal shop and out the barrier standing between trees. The man sighed, there was something coming the path of fire was more than visible the smoke raising the wood life screaming and running heedlessly away. If this kept up there will be no animals around the dragon tribe to hunt. It came surrounded with flames. It started to rain all over the place, including the tribe the city and woods close by. The rain clouds appearing out of the blue covered the night stars in a flash and started pouring taking care of the fire. There was no earth it could step as the earth moved like waves, pulling away from under the demons feet and slamming over him in the hard stone of the deep in the earth containing it. ''I would prefer if you do not keep on destroying everything around you. There were quite a few bird families whose eggs got destroyed thanks to you.'' To voice said out the mans lips as he came towards the stone, and earth ball holding for the moment the demon. Placing a hand on it he started repairing any damage the moment it was done to the cage. He didnt saw the beast, but he saw the flames and destruction it left on his trail of escaping. The low life of a demon must have run away like a dog hit with cold water....well if dogs were turning to burning trucks of destruction after they started running away. He took one more sip from his flask it was getting low. It didnt please him. Not seeing any reason to stay he started to slowly walk towards the door. Was it a chill? Or the feeling of something dark spreading? Maybe it was just his high trained senses. He moved to the edge of the roof top and looked down. A woman was followed by a shadow? Observing, no she wasnt followed she talk to it? Shadows were typical element of demons, and just as he observed he saw the shadow changing into a young man. And the trigger happy hunter deep inside Moris soul awoke. Laying on his stomach on the rooftop he had to act fast before what ever he was watching went away. He had a hunch that the lady was either mind controlled by the shadow now man or was of his kind. He took a small automatic crossbow. It only had 5 shots with drat like dragon teeth projectile. A self protection measure he never left the house with out. Damn he even slept with it, paranoia was a curse of a pensioned hunted. Would it hit the shadow man? Was he from flesh now or was it a illusion of the shadow being. He aimed at the woman. It was intended for her leg, after the first shot he will judge the reactions and act upon them. His blood was pumping there was a trill in him. If the shadow tries to assault her the next shot will be at it. If they both tried to locate the shot or run he would trust his instincts. Aiming carefully closing one eye for a better shot years of practice he shot one dragon teeth drat watching it fly a perfect trajectory towards the girls leg. Weirdly enough the first of drops of rain started falling. He could have sworn there was no clouds in the sky just moments ago. ''Sensing the world.... '' Siabel mussed listening to the other dragon explain her views. Dragons and humans, what was her view? She was wondering turning her head up at Momos voice. ''I am done with the tea, careful its still hot.'' The human warned giving her lady the cup which she gladly took. She didnt paid much attention as Momo explained her outlook of the world. She had a pretty good idea what it would be if she was honest and what it would be if she was polite. ''You know... have you had anyone tell your fortune? Momo do you have by a chance a deck of cards?'' ''I can easily make one using my note book. Give me a few moments my lady.'' Siabel smiled watching as the girl took out pages halved them to make simple drawings and words on each. They were sketches still they looked impressive. Turning her attention back to Lucatiel. ''Its a human thing mostly, on carnivals or similar there are always people who would do that. I learned it for fun to do.'' She took another sip of her tea. ''You see, I would like to place cards for you. Who knows what they may tell us. '' The cards got fast done by Momo and Siabel started to shuffle them offering Lucatiel to cut them and pull them out and place them on the table for her to fortune read out of them. The fairies looked each other and than looked back at the dragons. '' No, none returned.'' One spoke a bit over a whisper. Another picking up. ''Could you go and check for our friends?'' ''Yes, yes!'' A pixie nodded. '' Bring them back! If you saved big dragons than you can save our small friends!'' There was a crashing in the far, making the earth dragon snuggle more into the hair of his friend. The fairies starting to press on the dragons to go to the city. The excitement started to change noticed Chu, the fog was no more thanks to aster, but there was something purple and black coming around. Thy sounded as if they were really hoping for Chu to go to the city and save them. But it started to sound more sinister. They were laughing and demanding their shine turned to purple. ''Aster.... they dont look well....'' Chu whispered in moments later hearing accusation that they were in the woods only for one reason to capture them and all the fairies and pixies even the chicken started to fly at them scratching and bitting a lot harder than before. The chicken that was minding its own after the first trick flapped his wings actually flying too aiming to peek aster eyes out. Chu from the top of the water and fire dragons head hit the chicken head with his pawn. '' Okay they are now scary...maybe we should go check for their friends? Maybe it will... ouch dont burn the tail! calm them down?'' Chu said his fluffy red tail was set on fire by one of the fairies. They looked quite scary to him. Scary enough he wanted to not have them follow into the tribe and cause trouble to him or anyone he cherished.

Lynx continued to watch the dragons fight. Oh, how magnificent it was to watch a real life dragon battle! He looked at every detail of the fight, hoping he would remember one of the scenes of it perfectly so he could later sketch it in his notebook. He looked at his notebook for a second, a pencil sitting firmly in the coils of leather which held the whole thing together. His notebook was his pride and joy. He kept it with him at all times, just in case something peculiar happens, or if he passes by a creature other than himself to sketch, mainly humans. He realized that he was running out of paper to draw in and made a mental note to himself to buy a second notebook. He was caught off guard when a tentacle had grabbed him. Just before it was out of reach, Lynx grabbed the notebook with his front paws. He tried struggling out of it's grasp, thinking it was hostile until he realized he was now being held by a young girl, most likely a dragon in their own little human form thing. He calmed down a bit, for he knew that the dragons weren't hostile to guests. Or are they? the voice in the back of his head told him. This made him uneasy again, which it always did. It seemed as if the voice wanted him to be constantly paranoid. The girl brought them to a beautiful waterfall. How the moonlight glistened on the stream was mesmerizing. Lynx was a sucker for landscaped, and tried to make a mental picture of the waterfall so he could sketch that as well. Oh, how inconvenient it was to not be in his human form, but he'll have to deal with it or now. He turned his head as he heard the tree-demon, now known to him as Ocotl, made a somewhat irritated remark to him. The mere thought of introducing himself made Lynx feel sick. "H-hello, my name is Lynx..." he said quietly, with a prominent shake in his voice. Just like before, his mouth didn't move as he talked, keeping an eerie smile on his face. "I'm nothing too special, j-just a demon. My main magic I use is transformation and destruction..." The fact that Lynx had just revealed that he was a demon made him feel dizzy. "B-but I would never intentionally hurt any of you or the village," he said quickly, hoping to remove any suspicion in the dragon who had taken him. "I'm disguised at the moment because this is the form I'm mostly in, and I feel more comfortable in it. I will go into my human form, i-if you'd like." He was anxious for one of them to respond, and looked between the two of them.

Ezekiel needed to take a moment to think about his lord's words as the young dragon rambled on about him. One of Draken's favorite things had to be giving cryptic advice. But thirty years of taking such advice had taught him how to break it apart and understand it, and more often than not it was well worth the time to do so. He wouldn't waste his time saying worthless things. At least something said was straightforward, and confirmed what Ezekiel had already thought. Showing he understood, he gave a nod. The priest found it hard to hide his amusement at the question. He had been asked similar questions before, from children curious at why his hair was so white, his skin so pale and why he never went outside too much. He glanced down at his hand, almost forgetting how pale he was. Looking at the right head, he shook his head. "No, no. Medically speaking, it's a disorder. Most humans are more...colorful than me." The fact that he wore almost all black only reaffirmed the comment. "But thank you." He added on, addressing the left head. He was well beyond the time of taking offense at such comments. There was a time when he was insecure about it, that it made him stand out and that was the last thing he wanted. He could even count a fight over a peer heckling it for him. But in due time he had learned to accept it, even embrace it; it made him a treasure of his Lord, after all. Even with his capabilities of processing situations, the next moment became a blur for the demon. Suddenly the demon he addressed was taking off, and there was a sharp pain in his back. Groups from the roofs were firing arrows, but they couldn't be normal, could they? He pulled the arrow from the wound, only getting a glance before more pressing matters took his attention. Through the shot corroded to nothing in his hands, Milhoro still wasn't pleased with this situation. If they had the resources to make so many arrows out of such rare materials, they certainly had more manpower than this siege let on. Suddenly, it clicked. They were the same people who captured him over a decade ago, holding him in a miserable cage. Who else would be able to organize against them so efficiently? The demon felt a surge of loathing, powerful enough to contend with his ego. The arrows that he hadn't managed to dodge only made it harder to push animalistic intentions down. He knew that he would get his revenge one day, and things would turn out in his favor; when did they not? But there was an opportunity to do something here, and against his better judgement he couldn't resist the temptation. The corruption he had already spread was already working its way around the concrete. The firing made it next to impossible to see what arrows were coming from what buildings, but he took his chances to press against a building and focus on only that. It exhausted him, but his ability threatened to consume the infrastructure.

She was still debating on the words Octl spoke. They sounded truthful either way something sounding like true didnt made it true. She was still careful looking at the cat. It was a weird feeling. The large smile on its face appeared more like a mask than anything else. The feeling she had when looking at it was a soft trail of knowledge that it was neither dragon nor cat. She made a note to remember that feeling for future, the young grand grand mother had a feeling this two will be not the last demons she will have to deal with. She listened carefully to the words waiting for Lynxs to finish what it had intended to say. ''Lynxs. I dont want any destruction or harm. None intentional and none unintentional alike. And you are free to stay as a cat, it is earier to hold you like that. '' She turned her gaze back to Octl. '' To earn my trust time has to pass. I dont give it to nice words or pretty eyes.'' It looked like she was distracted by something, that something was a mouse.Not any mouse but a dead mouse. It run up to Mirazan and climbed up her dress to the girls ear. Then falling over dead on the earth. Mirazan rubbed the bridge of her nose. ''Well hm......You want my trust? Bear in mind you arent my guest but Nexias, you are on his will not my, so you are free not to do my request. But... how about to show me your are trustworthy and peaceful by calm down one of your own kind?'' The night will be another long one. Looking up to the sky she watched in silence as the clouds appeared and it started raining. There was no lighting yet, only heavy rain, drenching her hair and cloths. ''A demon, apparently was on his way here.... And if the rain means anything ToRaNe went to stop him. Well thats me assuming. But wouldnt be nice if you two tell that demon to behave so when Nexias let you both go, you all 3 can go on your own paths?'' She smiled at both of them, not minding in the slightest that she was drenched by the rain.

double post

The...bite?
It was a surprise. I had felt it a few times before, but this time it was unexpected in its swiftness, the pain shooting right through my leg and poking out the other side. My mass evaporating in a small cloud as my shell healed around the end of...huh...

So, I pull this trinket out of my leg, the tip shimmering with a baneful resonance. A drop of water falls upon my face as I turn to look where the shot came from. My curls reach him in moments, his pulse racing as I felt the adrenaline race in his vigorous veins. What was his plan? He was alone, that I knew of, and his idea was to shoot a demon in the leg with...this? It may have been a good idea on the greater threat, although such a trinket...well, I may keep it. I found it elegant in its design, despite how it had just been used against me.

I pull the bolt from my shin and held it up as I carry my shell to his perch. Receding back into the shell and using the momentum to carry myself onto the building some 10 meters away, I did my best to not scare him into jumping to his death...or worse.

"I do not think we have been acquainted..." I hiss, twirling the short stem of the bolt between my fingers before 'sheathing' it in my sash. "Since you seem to know what you are doing, I will insist that you introduce yourself, first" starting as I approach him, aware of the fragility of the human frame.

If this was what I was to expect whenever I entered a city, I would be certain, too-- never again. For now, there was business to attend to. "Now, I am going to strangle you to death when I reach you...which I will. I want you to convince me not to, before I reach you" I continue, my voice calming as I noisily crack my knuckles.

Damia's two heads slowly tilted to the side as the pale human explained his condition. Some sort of disorder? Probably doesn't taste good. So pale humans were a rarer kind to see. Her father was quite fortunate, and this human seemed like such a nice one.

"Are there green humans?" the left head asked.

"Or red?" the right head asked before both heads seemed to raise a little as if dawning on something before the serpentine emerald scaled dragon grew a bit excited. The long body twitching and the tail swishing along the ground.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm a teen now so I can leave the tribe! I want to see and explore! Father will you escort me? I'd like to see the human city and your church." Damia's heads chirped at once, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Ezekiel would be pleasant company as well." The left head spoke.

"Ezzy could teach us things." The right head spoke.

Draken watched the two interact before the hatchling started getting excited of leaving the nest. Not a surprise, newly made teens were often eager to see what was outside the tribe. Clicking his tongue thoughtfully, the elder dragon gave a soft hum as he ran a hand through his compacted form's black hair and against one of the horns.

"Mhmm perhaps. Although the finicky hunters and demons running amok may be too much for newbie. Then again, may need to make extra precautions the church doesn't get too damaged and it would be good experience. Mhmm what do you think Ezzy? You're of course allowed to stay and continue enjoying the festival during the night. Not everyday a human gets to be here. But we would return before dawn. Teens are quite enjoyable since they start getting spunky at that age." Draken mused with a soft chuckle. Running some fingers along the white hair.



Watching as the Fairies excitedly try to usher them to return before turning sinister, the red head frowned and growled a little, swatting away the pecking attack. Pausing a little at Chu's words before Aster turned his gaze slightly to the ground. Body trembling a little, remembering what had happened to him while he was there that only heightened his fear of humans. He was unsure if he would be able to handle another trip into a human city.

"...I'm not sure if I'll be able too...." Aster murmured softly, wrapping his arms around himself as if to protect himself before turning his amethyst gaze toward the fairies and glaring at them fiercely. Growling as he dropped his hands which now we're enveloped in water.

Raising them slightly, water shot out from them and spun in a spiral before washing over the area, except the two dragons. "How could you? You practically demand to go back to our deaths without so much as a please! Threaten and try to scare us into doing it! After playing some massive joke on us in fact! Being tricksters is one thing, but I didn't think fairies were this cruel. If you really wanted us to help your friends, then it wouldn't be like this because then you're no better than those hunters!" The steam dragon snapped at them before quickly turning and storming away, placing a hand on Chu's back to keep him steady.

The priest laughed softly at the dragon's questions. Damia seemed like a genuinely nice dragon, only a bit scatterbrained. She reminded him of his own child, Florence, and he was proud of the girl for that. Before he had a chance to answer, the dragon had moved on to the subject of the city.

When asked of his opinion, Ezekiel turned his attention to Damia, looking her over. From what he saw she didn't have much offensive magic, but it could be used on the defensive well enough. He sympathized with her curiosity of the outside world, too, after having that feeling for a long time in his training.

The albino's attention snapped back to Draken at the mention of demons. Is that why the elders seemed so uneasy? God. This was the Guild's fault, wasn't it? Everything was their fault. why else would demons be running around the town? They probably had them cooped up and doing god knows what to them. Bastards. Ezekiel thought, careful to stop his tongue. "I'm ready to leave if you are, my lord." His voice was almost bitter, vitriolic towards the hunters and anything they could possibly do.

Realizing his tone, he took a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking again. "But I think it would be ultimately good for Damia to come, so long as she's not reckless."