Specks of dust, dirt, stone drift amongst the abyss below. Ripped from the mother foundation which rest far the frightened ideals of men. Creatures few can hardly imagine crawling on the surface stretching to the next as giant chitin bridge. Wyrens and drakes on the islands which breached the sky bearing grass so green pastures looked like pastel paint against the life. On the under sides holes burrowed in leaving caves for the less majestic creatures to dwell before using the open range game to feed. Stones stilling while on rare small chips of bone would drift sparing few to write about the sacred world. The pages of Dragon's Nest and Sweet Black Nightmare wrote both of the same place, color and plants so healthy it's as if mother nature her self breathed from the depths while creatures of all kind flourished. Even those of water found themselves swimming from the backward falls that dared run toward the sky before snapping onto the surface of floating land cutting into it's surface before the water fell once more into the chasm which never ended.

Twilight like the water above his selected, dug hole soon cascaded against this side of the world. Crystal clear water sparkling leaving every day walk or flyer fast asleep tucked away for natural protection. Wings covering youth while the ones who dared explore the crisp night nip wouldn't return to the warmth of a mother's breast. Charcoal black claws over half a foot long clutched stone only to follow up the wrist of the fiend's body.

Man in structure but shaped like that of drake. Scales replaced by a soft smoother layers of sheet black scale near the feeling of skin. The difference being a uncanny invisibly while coated in the dark. Like a wyren the wings were also it's arms as they folded back going past his elbow. His face in aspect mask like with exterior teeth brilliant green cat eyes following the majestic, savage black mane which covered his head and scruff only allowing the ungodly shine of his silver horns to gleam buried in the blanket of night.

Sprouting from his rear a tail edged like a sickle for various reasons but mainly pulling welps from the safety of their parents sight. Rarely dragons and more Kyubi children have curiosity as their end. Rules of little ones being never leave their parent's side at night and at no time attempt to approach any cave. Now holding to the island's side using the clawed edges of his toes as an unfortunate youth broke the first rule,

There was no chance, no resistance either as near instantaneous his grip found the infant curled in his grip. It's flesh curling apart as the claw ripped it's cotton outfit and bleeding it against the surface parallel to up. Literally stabbed against the rock red would spray leaving the soft sound of wind catching against a head no longer with it's owner. The good length of the tail cutting away the amulet attached to the child's neck while jaws met skin. Rending bones, leaving them to fall the amulet itself was left were he originally abducted his prey as a small sickening customary trade mark.

Left a near skeleton fell against an island which moved in orbit of another cracked the remains of gutted organs and flesh pulled like snapped guitar strings shamelessly left to ravens. Reaver using the spoken wings took from island to the next silently traveling against the moon's ghoulish shine. Water, was necessary to break away leftover blood, evolution happened, adults of prey smelled blood thus moving so in contrast the vicious night dwellers would clean in mimic of a latin house wife actually getting sex later.

Folded away his wings against wrists and arm he land in but one of countless streams passing along the shattered to crawling into it's flow. Against scales the water was relaxing, the feeling of crust ebbing away left the shameless daze only for him to leave quickly after. In short there was larger predators, namely the nocturnal dragons which enjoyed a cold drink, being in that drinking water wasn't ideal. Finally opening his mouth taking a solitary gulp of purity he would slip away onto the island's dry portion shiming to shake water away.@Song book]

Like the warmth that surrounded the area, the sleep that cascaded the young faerie like creature was washed away in a burst of cold air. Something disturbing for the usually warmth provided in her cave by the fiery beast who lives below her outcropping. Being a creature of plant reliance cold weather held a grudge in her system. But just as the cold air came it left, leaving the female awake, though weary of travel, at night. The faint reflected moonlight allowed glances at her appearance.

The sharp cured tips too her wings glinting in the small cave allowing for a more colorful description. Below the points her wings, colored like a open flame, served as a warning. Beware. I am Poisonous It cried. The poison a neurotoxin, flexing and relaxing muscles in random sequences. A risk not many will take for a snack. Her visible skin was pale in turn with some of her hair. Knee's, elbows and wrists faded between light outlines of scales to full on grey scaling. Covering her frame was a cotton-cloth, jumper like piece. Held at proper place by a skinned leather belt. At last her locks, as she still being awake, would have found themselves being moved about. Jet black is the color of most them, brilliant red to orange flavored some stands. These went down about a little while away from her shoulders. Currently being pushed aside out of her vision.

A ray of light had first struck her face causing the energy filled creature be startled awake. Passively looking out from the entrance to the cave where she had slept. Though uncommon, her species usually shared land and territory with large dragons. From misleading enemies to just keeping them company, it was a symbiotic relationship. Nothing less nothing more. Yet as the Fae woke, no bellowing came from below. In fact, being carefully sneaky she had found no dragon to be asleep below. None had returned in the morning either. Yet though maybe she had lost track of time, breeding season came before she realized it. Many options where there to why she had no dragon below.

Deciding to look for a new spot to spend her day, her usual meadow filled with the ungrateful offspring of watchful parents, she set off. Not fearing that which would do her harm, as why would they waste the effort. Meat on her bones would be slim, and the good meat which would be eaten would have been laced toxins. The things that would enjoying using her as a meal, fast asleep in their own caves, only out at night.

Stretching out her legs only flying when needed to get from one island to the next. If the dragon didn’t return she could be in danger. But to get her mind off that she went to a dryer part of an island. Maybe it would be peaceful.@MrStitches

Lost, scattered so suddenly and once more dowsed in aqua. Less sensitive specifies assumed the islands had simple orbits but those whom clutched to the under side stone knew otherwise. The aligned paths changed so suddenly Reaver was left with iron black claws dug into rock allowing rushing water to hide him away from the searching eyes. Unfortunate was hardly fitting as above young of all sorts danced about under the sight of their parents. Anxious to disappear the surface of his skin soon flushed clear as camouflage for day. Sure enough with passing moments he needed to move when a child looked off the side of the abruptly ending grass.

Reaver left with no choice but to lurch away launched upward exhaling to send any water resting on his scale away. Sure enough airborne he caused a short shower of water on the youth whom squealed with awe at the sun gleaming off his scales which trying to adapt to new light levels flushed brilliant gold. while he became a distraction for the others of his kinda to scatter to their home. Updraft pulled him skyward towards the island above but in vain he was now being intensely stalked by the eyes of parents. Once again he grasped a island using his scythe style tail.

Instantly he shot upward even faster like a bullet towards one of many larger islands above. As if clockwork he would sink into the rocks below an island frequented by even more creatures but originally the island about a mile east from it's current position completely dismantling his pin point sense of distance. Unloved he land on the grass surface after scuttling up the side swinging the blade edge behind him. The moment he touched down a dozen creatures jumped to the defense of their ilk leaving Reaver once more needing to make haste.

Now mid lunge his scale returned to pitch black including his mane turning black in suit. Every step a good 10 solid feet as he continuously made way forward with grass ripping up behind every clawed step until he was going in the same direction as Fae but it was her misfortune to be used a launch board. Sure enough her shoulders rested in his class and with a swish his feet on her back he pulled the poor miss the opposite direction before it happened. With a gruesome amount of force he used her wings and back to launch from horizontally essentially allowing him to take off a speed thunder wyren reached amongst storms.

Wings barely out he shot away from the screaming crowd like a fighter jet mid air until he reached one of few sun bleached zone. Straining to turn mid air he fully opened his arms to slow down and lower until with the sound of soil curling apart he was stopped by the motion of pushing his claws into the ground soon tumbling in image of a draconian lizard blown out a cannon left finally to stop barely sheltered beside a good sized banana tree. His body with bits of dry grass over almost everywhere while he spared his claws taking them from the earth before falling on his side to breathe deeply as if chained around the neck for the adventure's duration.
@Song Book

Finding a sharp pain on her shoulders and her wings. As he launched she fell forwards barely catching her self too not injury anything more. Most of the crowds had left in fright, the creature scared them away. None cared for the Fae, many creatures finding the tricksy nature of her kind to be appalling. The toxins carried in her wings dripping slightly out of the small tears in them. Stumbling to get upwards again, Delsa, as few new her name to be was pained. Not by the fact her wings were torn and pained to be used. They would heal.

It was the dread that now her one defense was leaking a visible trail behind her. Though toxic it would lead back to her. And the fact she lived above a giant cave. Which required her to fly up to the entrance. Fly as in using her wings. The wings which some creature had harmed the use of. Thats creature... she was gonna have a fun time when she found her dragon.

Dragon Blood! My dragon went missing. Hell tonights gonna be fun.

She thought stabling trying to gather a sense of direction with her head spinning. Round and round her vision went. A tree caught her vision. Someplace to regather her sense of direction under at least. A wave of exhaustion swept over, her body trying to hard to repair her wings quickly. Stumbling to gather her senses she almost crashed into the tree, sinking lower, than resting against it. Her eyes flickering to stay open with ever passing second. Her hand reached for her shoulder. The hardening blood sticking to her fingers. A sigh escaped her lips. Loud enough only to be heard close by as her eyes flicked closed breathing lightening. the restful science falling over her body. @MrStitches

The sigh she made broke the short lived silence. Of course Reaver didn't break his own silence as he turned swiftly to sound. Small confusion grazed his conscious state letting air slowly escape as his heart stiffed. The colors only truly reaching his eyes as one claw rested against the grass pulling his body forward in a manner shadows envied. Behind the female he snapped forward as compelled to finish a half completed job.

A single razor edge pressed against her throat so readily it was if the writer of book hated her a character. Around her waist his tail curled against in a python bind to steal the air she dared to breathe leaving said edge barely parting the existing skin. Pulling one finger across the wound catching the liquid before letting it drop splattering against the grass. Next the same finger which he curious dipped made way to tug on the injured wing as the way they snapped atrociously forward seemed to catch a thought. For a few moments he couldn't grasp why the injury looked familiar but remembering others received the wound from being launched off this female must have been his victim.

She looked similar in several features inspiring a shred of pity he wouldn't just kill her for sitting near him. The tree now noticeably casting a shadow diagonal from it's original position. Sparing near silent words his tone was hardly carried."female, what are you?" Mainly the green eyes of his traveling along the her wings loosening his grip well enough to speak and breath but not near to do much more past that then die. @Song Book

@MrStitches
The warm feeling of rest was was he away as she was yanked up. The razor against her neck causing her to raised her head up. The tail around her waist barely choking her she was barely breathing already. The spar at the end of the tail parting the small cuts Hey eyes stayed closed as not to catch the view of her killer. Her mouth parted slightly at the pain thought not another sound was heard. He tugged on her wing his hand would have been slightly touched by the toxic substance that was leaking from her wings coating them. It wouldn't be harmful unless he digested it but the toxin was also circulating through her blood.

Delsa was feeling faint when she was yanked up. Not to mention the continued lack of blood and energy exhausted to try and heal her wounds just added to her wooziness. Her fingers clenched round her thumb hoping her death would be quick and simple. Instead of her would be killer loosened its grip. Causing her form to almost fall down, her weight being supported by that tight grip. A questioned was posed by the creature. Whispers it seemed.
"female, what are you?"

It made her shiver slightly. Be it his voice or the fact she was slowly getting cold. Her breathing slightly steadied to quick light breaths. her eyes fluttering open now and gain as if to keep herself awake. She replied in a rushed tone,
" many call my kind.. " She took more breaths finding each word more difficult than the last. " Dragon Companions..." Her breath count fell again as her legs gave out.

Like a spring coil in slow motion he'd raise her from the ground. His tail more around her chest suspending her under her arms in almost a parachute. The fading breathes she made slowly making his curiosity more interactive, naturally he'd want his questions answered leading to a separate approach. The edge left her neck but didn't subsequently leave her in particular as it rested now against her shoulder. Not savage in any real manner he'd drop suddenly in a style she would be left to land on her back.

Reaver knowing well at this rate her wings were essential to living purposely positioned her put pressure on the wounds. It left her to suffer but also she wouldn't die as quickly from blood loss. Following her thud was the sound of wood being scrapped against, the action being his claws cleaning the toxin from it's surface. Following his tail uncoiled from her rapped against a stone near her for the exterior effect that a weapon was still ready and if any she would be the victimregardless if her so called companion did manage to find her.

"So you are affectionate with the typical fire spitters?" Sweetly, he would mimic some form of a lover's call to bed. Playing style so gently he was partially interested her rather than her relationship with his differing kin so once more he'd make to sake his curiosity." What role do you play with them? Living must be becoming difficult, so will you die already or maybe you'd cry for some simple pity?" The twitch of sadistic words almost taunting if it weren't for him taking the position to stand at her side. The shine of black scales and other features so clearly visible.

As if purposefully he'd dig his stare into her own eyes waiting for her to reach upward or slur one last breathe. With some small movement he held his hand above her in question of if she still bared the will to live or whether she was already doomed to die. Thoughts now basically saying if she did die he'd bleed her of the venomous substance and use it himself. He didn't know how toxic it was but she obviously wasn't bothered by other creatures so it must have been capable enough. Now the green eyes went to glare at the toxin pouring onto the grass mingling with crimson. If she didn't decide to live or die in the next minute he would make the choice for her.

@Song Book

Slightly thankful she didn't fall over she was also confused. He should be killing her. Though caring about her wings was nice. Those didn't need pressure on them her shoulders did. And the force of gravity would do the trick.

Waiting a second her arms went back to push her up, knees curling in the same position. Wasn't good for her to be laying. Though painful she needed to stand. His questions where put on the back burner as she slowly got up to stand for a second a grasping at the tree. He would notice the toxin stopped flowing from her wings. Clotting around the cuts on them.
Her eyes flickered open and stayed that way. The blue contrasting against basicly everything of her appearance. She got around to the questions when she got her breathing under control.
"Funny joke you made. Im not dead yet. If I was I would be bleeding out on the ground. " she coughs slightly into her unused arm with her eyes open she scanned the area and looked at him. She looked away looking at the horizon almost instantaneously. " its more of less. They protect us from the creatures that find us delectables. We keep them company on long flights or play distraction against their enemy's. " She sputtered out in rapid succession. "Mine went missing last night funny to say. " she coughed again staring at the horizon in a death match. Her mind was flashing every warning signal possible. About him, about the time of day; slowly turning night, about her state of well being. The death match be there to syphon any pain from her body and toss it away. She wasn't going to cry. Be it cry out or actually ahead useful water. It would do nothing but show weekness.

She glanced again at the male form who was before standing over her. Black scales covered him in sheets. Black mane surrounding his head messily. The long tail with a bard on the end And his arm wing things. She has seen aa type of dragon with them but they weren't human sized.
Wyvern if she remembered correctly has those arm wings. She didn't know of his species. She really never came this far away from her home. Though it's not like she could get up to her home now anyway. Again. Flying with hurt wings doesn't end up well.

@MrStitches

First of all he watched the substance harden only to reduce his amusement while increasing his interest. The quiet emotion slowly flowing in the reality of sweet wine tenderly aging. Shifting he would step back to watch the female raise herself from the ground in a way he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity he didn't simply kill her and leave. Supposing her companionship with dragons were chemical originated it had a subtle pull on his own senses which carried a touch more with him being lost.

Last night, the world flipped for him. It seemed off putting she would have a dire problem similar to his home wise. With night falling he would personally be more comfortable but elsewhere land quivered against a ungodly hail of wind and ice. Even now Reaver felt out of place. In a mixed way he wanted to continue talking and dash away. Bring her along? Instantly asking what purpose she'd serve if he did take her. Green resting on her broke to look along the grass trailing the bark of tree. Now to see how easily the situation could be altered.

His questioning voice sweet decided to ring more in idea coaxing her. "Would you like continue with dying or you like the idea of neutral benefits." Just as he would explain the wind crept violently across the island sparing only a second for him to block the chill with his arms raised to cover his face spreading his wings like a shield. The gale of Crystal white breaking apart against his tainted black scale. The ice grinding amongst his prevailing a look of horror for winter's unexplained breathe. It followed by clouds darkening and his eyes contracting to take in the sight.

White glistened within swallowing the stars in a vortex ripping the islands from their traditional orbit. Everything now seemed to rush leaving him to split the earth as he withered swiftly in motion to gain bearing. Obviously he was lost now straying from his allure. Everything splitting from the idea of socializing. The intention to leave was directly associated as he kneeled closer to the ground. The scythe tail sticking into the ground for balance and very carefully raising his arms the wind glided against him.

He ripped away from the action only to stare at the injured creature known as fae to suddenly transition his tail around her figure catching said air alot faster then expected. Instantly and violently they both were shot upward held alot by his arm spreading like a parachute dragging them slowly along. Ice gathering against his scale as he cringed. Reaver's facial features moving slightly as the pearl white teeth in his jaw started chattering. Now the details of the scene truly playing. No snow but rather freezing water dancing in spirals while his brilliant black scales shined in now approaching moonlight as he stayed silent, stiffening in the gauntlet cold.

Barely by a shred of fortune she was still held by his tail and for a moment the mouth of a cave was within grasp. "SHHHINGK" was the deafening sound his claws made splitting into ice and rock barely admirable crunching of ice on him followed as slowly but surely he drag his torso into the cave bearing the burning of frost fresh along his body. The shorts worn needing soon replaced but not in mind as she followed along soon found in the pitch black as well dealing with her questionable saviour collapsing onto the rock floor withering to tight curl in a,vain attempt to create warmth. A wheezing sound escaping his nose as air rung firey inside his lungs bringing his thoughts to nothing but the greed to live.

@Song Book

@MrStitches
"Neutral benifets? Like what?" The chill swept over the two as soon as she inturputed. The chill sending a shiver down her spine. Her wings shooting back making her form more sleek. She would have flown up and out of the cold air but it hurt to start flapping. As the air flushed over the Fea's form she found the tattoos on her legs glowing fighting against the frost that threatened her bodies warmth. Her mind fell into shock as his tail wrapped around her waist. Catching her light form before she was lifted off. Her wings providing the extra lift he wasn't expecting

Then blackness faded into her view. Her mind falling into sleep as the cold frosted over her body. Her legs fading in color. The sound of claws against ice and rock. Screaming for mercy it seemed they were, as they has woke her from the trance. Her so called savoir dropped her as t the front, Clawing off into the pitch black darkness of the cave.

She too went deeper into the cave. To stay away from the freezing cold. Her body lighting up in flame like colors from her tattoos and her hair. Light shinging against the darkcolors of the cave. Alinging it in sharp rock formations and shiny mentalic surfaces, that of ores unknown to man. The reaction making those parts of her body glow in a warm orange heat. Melting the frost that has accumulated on her. Unwantingly warming the ground on which she stood.

Her mind went back to her so called savior. 'He must have been frozen as well,' she though. 'Which way did he go.' She fallowed her memory using the light from her glow to find him. Finding him curled up. She stood near not exactly knowing if she could help, her body temperature raising. She sat down feeling slightly light headed. The warmth graduating from her close proximity slowly melted some of the ice on the part of him closest to her form. She didn't know if she could help at all. At least she wasn't outside.

The silence followed apon her steps away from him. As she was in the state to creep away from the jaws of ice he was near frozen. His head resting hard against the ground as his attempts to shield oncoming ill weather seeping in was near vain. Darkness swallowing his nocturnal vision as his eyelids closed to seal away the world. His conscious state laid mixed between awake and dwindling. Normally a sudden change of weather would have never caught him but alas it wasn't by any means normal. A pleasant warmth soon crept against him leading to a sense a desperation.

That desperation caused him to blindly uncurl clawing against the earth towards the source. His eyes still sealed as the cave echoed with the sound of metal and stone until at a good rate the ice on his skin ran in drops down his sides. The pools below him sinking into small dips in the floor as the once ungodly black once more shined in darkness. Apon his joints being unbound once more he crept closer like a serpent to mammal's heat for the purpose of resting without being harmed by winter's kisses. As the last of water dripped from his chin he was now but inches away.

Sputtering to life one green eye would slid open to see her figure. With his stomach pressing along the ground he muttered small talk subconsciously mocking fortune."Luck, dared such that the company I harmed prevent me from being harmed." The words fading as brought his self from the ground to sit on his rear. His claw slowly scrapping against the ground would raise to reach for her hand only to dragged it down forcing her to sit if she wasn't already. It was basically a primitive thanks by seeking more but he wasn't planning to openly state that yet.

As he scooted closer she stayed still. He still scared her. Be was more phyically powerful than her even if he was frozen. Yet she wasn't going anywhere. She couldn't. The cold would enable her immoble without her wings.

His mockful tone alerting her to his awakened state. His words not exactly matching. Delsa's mind didn't put two and two together and so stayed slightly distracted. Her mind drifting to the glinting ores, some which she had never seen. Though alerted a jem in the wall of the cave caught her mind. Drifting her form towards it which ment standing up.

As she stood the warmth provided by her body also went with her. It was not far before his clawed hand would pull her back down.
"Ekk" she squealed unexpectantly falling backwards onto her butt. Sitting slightly closer to him than before. Her blue eyes would look at him. Her form confused on the motiv behind his actions. 'Why?' She though. Not mad at the creature before her. But confused.

As she began to stay warm, the glow from her tattoos and hair was slowly fading. Every rush of cold air setting off the colors in almost a flash. But the flash would fade to.

'Does he have a name?' The question popped into her head randomly as they sat there so close. It was strange for her to care if he has a name or not. He didn't seem to want to know hers. Yet for the sake of calling the wyvern like creature in front of her he for the rest of the time they would be together. Which like the weather was unknown. She decided to be brave and ask his name.
"So what do they call you?"
Though slightly uncomfortable being this close to someone her size. He could still easily kill her. She had no weapon. Yet he did say something about neutral benifits. 'What would those be?' ' what good could I do him?'@MrStitches

His claw left returning resting at his side leaving for his sight to rest on her. Every movement rough and rather jagged in comparison to the flow of his normal serpentine intimation. The look near dead as his chest slowly rose and fell wheezing with mist billowing from his lips. Now taking the full image of their landing point littered with minerals comfort ticked slightly in his head. Of course having to keep warm from a creature he wasn't entirely fond of made socializing more difficult he kept civil towards the female.

The question of his name quietly answered as in greed of heat he made a quiet move towards her." Reaver, your own?" Suddenly splitting from quiet to partially upset the male would explain uncomfortably how he felt about being cold." Could you get hotter or close, I'm freezing." Originally that literally being the case he'd shimmy towards her across the granite producing a quiet soft haunting hum. The ring of his it almost more of a deep key whistle ringing in his jaw. The idea of it to comfort her into optionally getting close. He wasn't going to force her to get any closer but sitting as if ready to leaning against her was the most subtle hint he could possibly give.

In truth he could kill her but in the inspirational darkness which made him rigged she seemed like a questionable comfort. His eyes attempting to meet hers in a prideful plea of help. She wasn't really pressured directly but he personally felt she could contribute to his health as he could have simply left her behind. Yes he did threaten her life, yes he did drop her onto the ground and, lastly temporarily destroy her wings but he didn't really expect the victim of his launch board get away to be injured but alas both of them were obviously lost and not in the immediate best shape. If she did scoot close enough to him, he would gladly flop into across her lap ignoring her female shape to stay warm.

Black scales glistening amongst the glare of coloured gems made for a soft illusion of light in dark. The mane slowly dismissing water while the look he wore almost seemed torn apart amongst stress and possible illness. The alignment of suffering barely scraping open a chance for Fae to reach Reaver in equal way without the idea of cunning demeanour. Sweetly enough he blinked slowly leaving his tail to rest against rock in his silent testimony. Between facts her chemistry probably maked evenly with his own dragon blood but it fell on her choice whether or not to use it.@Song Book

He kept creeping closer to her. She didn't think about moving. It was strange to see this usually sleek and stratagetic creature moving so roughly and jagged. It caught her interest how such a powerful creature was brought down by a shift in the weather. Be it unfortanatly quick or not. The floor was almost as cold as freezing walls, frosted from the icy wings that blew threw the caves. Keeping her fading warmth active long as it stayed cold enough.' Is he alright?' She though as He answered his name. Almost in a whisper. Reaver. She hadn't heard of anyone called that before. Than again. What type of name is after a poisonous flower? Her name.
"Delsa. I'm called Delsa. "
She said. Her voice laced in honey it seemed.

This male, Reaver posed another question. More or less one, as it was more like a request. She didn't think he would be freezing. As she glaces at him she caught his eyes. The pleafull look of help.
' he is a dragon type thing. Aren't I supposed to help dragons?' He mind started a small conflict within it self. Unconsciously she scooted closer to him.

He was cold to the touch she would find. Setting the colors off like when they first entered the cave. Glistening more against the his scales and the stone held gems. Her mind started setting off that he was probably gonna kill her. All just a game he was playing. Dragons liked to play games. But he wasn't just a dragon. His size and shape contrasted against that.

He seemed so pitiful resting there. She had to help him. A bit too kind just to let him freeze if he was. She never met a male of her species. Or a male close enough to her form at all. Uncomfertable as it was being so close to a male with chemistry so similar to her own. It was odly conferring. Again her fear pinged up, noting that he could easily have his way with her. The concert coming from not being alone. With out her dragon, which would have been back and looking for her if it had not past, she was without family. Hunger tinged at her but it would be easier to fulfill after this horrible storm has past. Hopefully he didn't have the same feeling.
@MrStitches

Hopelessly he slunk against her. His head fell to her shoulder truly ignoring all senses as his scales fell to touch her skin. Alas he was more then capable of slaying her even now but eased by hearth in frost he seemed to loosen. Perfectly flexible he seemed to shift so slightly his tail would coil beside her as his breathing proceeded to become quieter and steadier. That was the moment where he became uneasy, like electricity jolting within his gut. He didn't move abruptly but his claw subconsciously scrapping on the ground showed the mental battle he was presently having. Beforehand he wasn't focused anything but warming up but now that he was resting close enough to hear Delsa's heart beat more thoughts came to mind.

Everything he ate was dead near instantly so even if he sought to harm the girl now it seemed incorrect. Obviously she wasn't edible quickly anyways due to substance running through her. In a small place in his currently anxious thoughts he would have simply accepted the moment and let it pass but he had to at least share some sense of gratitude." Thank you," he planned to say more but nothing continued put leaving his ivory edged lips to seal. His hands moving to a position in attempt to capture heat. His wrists resting against her upper chest and his claws curled over her shoulders, leaving his membrane to extend just enough to block cold licking from the mouth of the cave but keeping warmth between the two.

Without saying after he got comfortable enough he'd let himself rest with his side pressed against her hip to reduce the most specific discomfort while still keeping the cozy heat. Visible on his wings was a illusionist design of spiral coloured crisp pale purple. Their purpose really just to be pretty, sort of in the function of their camouflage. Quietly his stomach did groan but Delsa could consider not being on the menu for her act of kindness. Although there is no shame in supporting something which pitifully pleaded for the warmth of another in the crisp air. Vaguely attempting to disarm the situation's strangeness he spoke in near whisper just so she could hear.

The howl of the wind not affecting him directly his voice was smooth and varying degrees of soft depending on the note of speech." Neutral benefits could be sharing food, and you sharing this warmth when necessary." Nerves along his tail shifted as he spoke not meaning to seem threatening as he coiled it in her lap. Giving her some thought room besides that she could be killed, Reaver kept partially quiet and gave a suggestion which could balance in her favor but in his defense being lost, cold and, starting to become hungry any functional benefit he'd welcome. Now nicely he'd let her, hear that he breathed along with producing the signature hum kissed by sinister sounds.@Song Book

As he found himself becoming more comfortable she stiffened. Her eyes flickering closed. Breath hitching. Her nervousness only increasing as he rested on her. When he was comfortable he said a soft thanks. It was nice to know that at least he appreciated it. After a few moments of this closeness her body loosened from its stiffness. Still wary of him she found him less likely to get rid of her, as his source of heat.

The howl of the wind outside the cave brought her attention back to the situation. Her eyes drifting to his wings. Her warm glow revealing a pattern across them. Pale, purple spirals that caught her eye. Like the gems in the cave she was attracted to it.

Her hand lifted slightly towards his wing before it dropped next to her again. Figuring better of it as his stomach groaned, asking food food. She hoped he wasn't planning on using her to fulfill that purpose.
' neutral benefits could be sharing food, and you sharing this warmth when necessary.' He said as soft as a whisper. His vpice smooth, as if unaffected by the crisp air and howling wind.

She took it in. They both weren't in the best shape. Her could gather food more easily and warmth was easy to procure for her. It seemed like an even trade. Though how to respond now questioned her mind. Her gase wanding from the tail on her lap. Which coiled there as he was speakin. Up his body, which was right next to her. Right back to his wings were her gase wandered to the gems in the sharp walls of the cave.

Respondin to his proposal Delsa decided on answer. " That sounds good enough for me." She said. Again her voice almost enchanting; if not for the tone of feer and uncertainy lacing every word she uttered. His presence next to her fueling that. Her body fatiguing again from producing heat, she left a yawn to excape her lips. Her body clearing showing the signs of fatige. Her head slowly leaning towards him.

As the cold had stole from him so much energy Delsa could soon find his claws resting gently against her back. The green eyes sealed as his chin fell to her shoulder sweetly embracing the female in hopes she'd stay the chill of frost while resting. The late sound of her agreeing left his conscious without present objective. His wings like a blanket covered their side with the current position making sure heat would be kept for at least his lungs and whatever her antimony deemed important.

Throughout the night Reaver kept himself lightly against the fae. Her warmth keeping well as he replenished stolen energy for the following day. As spoken he would fill his portion of their new, symbiotic relationship by collecting food and helping the pair get away from the airborne tundra environment. Of course they wouldn't simply escape the frost in a day but the farther they get the hopeful better. In short dawn did come but the snow turned turned to solid ice.

Reaver over at dawn had nestled his face into the crook of her neck, it may have not been comfortable for her to know sharp teeth were cms away but for him it was pleasant to wake with his head resting somewhere soft. Not naturally waking at this time he let one eyes peer into the surrounding darkness of the cave acknowledging the gems reflecting whatever sun light managed to peer in. Annoyingly his black scales would absorb light so removing his right arm from the female's back he moved it to shield the light. As it finally was obvious sitting there he only felt less nourished so he very skillfully take his other arm off moving his tail to hold Delsa up from where she in turn had fell asleep on him.

As he fell asleep next to her she let her self sleep as well. Her eyes closing. Through the night her mind let her sleep peacefully. Allowing an excape from the crisp air and the swirling snow, into a land of dreams. Though she stopped producing the heat as she slept, his wing, which stretched over her chest and her side. Kept what she had produced trappdd leaving the two to rest out the storm warm enough to survive.

As he shifted so did she, the cold air joking her away with a flare of colors. Her eyes opening to the slightest degree as he manuvered to get off of her. Delsa's mind had remembered the events of the day before. Allowing her not to wake up confused and frightened. For he was still a creature usually you would be frightened of.

From the glinting of gems it was day. Since she had noted his coloring. It didn't seem he was a usual day walker. 'Great.' As his wing blocked the sun she wakened her body. Slowly standing up. Steading herself with the wall of the cave. From the small view of the opening to the cave from where they were located she could see the horrid snow had stopped falling. She wanted to get closer but didn't know if be had anything planned.

Food was the number one priority most likely for the both of them. Knowing she had went without food for longer than a day in the past allowed her not to be in much of a diar situation than him.

" Welp. This is new. " she said stretching out slightly. If anything the next how ever many days till they go their separate ways are going to be a new experience for her. Not to mention after a night she was more comfortable being around him. Less afraid he would tear her to shreads if she said something wrong than anything. Yet it was still was enough for him to notice the shift in her shyness.

" So.. What do we do now?" She questioned. Not knowing how to progress the adventure further without a way of traveling.

Reaver shifted to look at her shuffling to turn around after confirming she was functioning. The motion took towards the cave opening left for his tail to screech against the ground. Sharing the newer comfort of company which didn't attempt to hurt him while slumbering he would soon answer to her question. His idea was to get food but as seen before she was quite necessary for him to go anywhere in the current temperatures. First of anything he would explain how they would move.

With his talons scrapping against rock his body finally woke still hampered by the chill barely. His mane flowing freely held a few bits of ice apon lead to him shaking violently in attempt ti remove them. Successful he now stated in his lightly hummed voice what he wanted to do." Before snow hits again we'll need food, if you aren't hurt enough to hang onto me while climbing you can grab ahold my shoulders and put your legs where comfortable." Generally he was fine with the female hanging on however besides anyway which moved his shorts.

Gingerly moving towards the cave opening he'd drag his claws along the opening to cut ice away putting a chunk directly into his mouth. It was for water obviously and in attempt take care of her he'd shatter in his jaws taking what he assumed she could hold in her mouth out for sharing. The small shards held in his palm soon making themselves be present in front of her as he awkwardly pushed them towards the female. After doing so he turned quietly around and stretched out causing deafening pops signalling his joints loosening. Tilting his face to see her roughly estimating she was healthy enough to leave now one claw was raised to show he wanted to leave now. She had say in it if she didn't feel up to it but otherwise Reaver expected the fair skinned fairy to hurry up.

As he explained his plan, her face was tinted with pink. Be it from the cold air or his idea he wouldn't know. As a burst of the friggid air filled the cave lighting her legs and wings up in the firey glow. Gleaming off the best by gems. She stalked towards him shaking her hair out as she went. A Streak of her hair had changed to accommodate the temperature. From Jet black to a viviant red like a flame. It too glowing like the rest of her. Out of all of the things he could have brought and made so dependant on him he made a good choice. But like he knew what he was deciding apon.

As the ice was left towards her she picked it up. It was nice to see he was trying to provide. Though he didn't need to. Against her warm palm the ice melted slowly as she popped a peice at a time into her mouth. Feeling slightly replenished from the water, she too stretched out more, without the popping just more waking her muscles.

She looked at him raising a claw and tried to figure out what he ment. 'Probably wants to head out' she thought trying to figure out how to hang on without becoming ackward. It would be pretty hard to do.

'What's that thing those children do. Where one just rides around on be others back. If I held on like that I should be fine right? 'She though currently having a inner delema ' that sounds well enough. I hope'
Stalking over to him she would slowly reach out to his shoulder's shyly. Unsure how to actually get on his back.