[h3][color=red] S A B L E[/color][/h3]

	The sudden teleportation was startling as he fell from the sky and ontop of two constructs. When he was pushed aside by one of them, he quirked a eyebrow. A foreign but familiar feeling of malice tickled his gut. The scent was defintely [i]his[/i] but what was the odds of meeting up? 
	
	On his knees and hands, Sable pushed himself up from the cold ground, the heat of his body causing tails of steam to rise around him. He rubbed his head as he looked around at the snowy village, a storm of ice and snow passing along his face and trying veil what lay ahead. [i][color=red]Not this shit again,[/color][/i] he murmured before hearing Rush drop down from the sky, its stumbling wingbeats just in range of his ears. The Exceed floated near him with worry on its face. 

	Sable dropped his hand on Rush's head and smiled wholeheartedly; he was beginning to think Rush might be a girl with the blush that tended to paint its cheeks whenever he did things like that. [color=red]"I'm okay, no need to worry,"[/color] he said. 

	Then remembering his surroundings his snapped his head towards the gut feeling, only to see a changed Aiden standing in front of him. No longer the kid at the guild, the struggling adoloscent that fought Hydrologia, or the vagabond that left. He had been transformed, if only a bit by the Magnus Hunter. And it pissed Sable off to have to witness the incomplete power that subtly danced around him. 

	He gritted his teeth within his closed lips before knocking aside Aiden's hand and standing up on his own. When he noticed he was naked--all except for his scarf--he simply let out a harsh sound and started towards the village. [color=red]"You're the one yacking away, you-no-good-fake-dragon slayer. Just stand on the fucking sidelines, I'll take this one down just like I did, Hydrologia."[/color] His words were spat out harshly into the cold air as he strod forwards, fire dancing around his hair and tense body. 

	As he strode forward, he spotted a slain man, one of many around the area. [color=red][i]Must've been one of the first the Dragon encountered before the village. Poor bastard,[/i][/color] he thought. One of them was around his size and since he preferred not to have his jewels out for the Dragon to attack, he took the man's clothing and put them on. 

	At the end of it all, he was draped in his porcelain scarf, with a black tunic covering his torso, a navy obi sash across his waist, and charred white trousers on his legs. The man's boots had been melted, along with his feet. Sable tossed back his crimson bangs with a hand before running down the path towards the endangered village. 

	[color=red]" I don't need anyone. Curse that Aiden. I don't want the same power as him. I'll become strong on my own, become unstoppable,"[/color] he whispered voicelessly. [color=red]" ... A true Dragon Slayer. I'll bathe in its blood this time!"[/color] He snarled viciously, his voice blasting through the cold.