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Misunderstanding or no Hanz wasn't happy. The gargoyle takes a few quick steps towards Sven, shoving the boy out of his way (nearly surprised by the solidity of him) and hefts Monica off her feet. Monica didn't wanna say it but her legs were practically jello molds. She'd over done it. The walk there, her feet, the walk to and from the springs and she hadn't once taken a break. She was more than a little annoyed by the fact that her skirt was in two pieces, there hadn't been much of the material there to begin with.

"Right.." She huffs giving the entire group an appraising look. Hanz and Kiri must not have gotten far before Hanz brought them back and She could see Kiri was no worse for the ware. Good. Monica places the gun back between her cleavage thinking it safe enough for now. Though she understood that the werewolve's (were wolves, it had to be werewolves didn't it?) claim was important to them, it wasn't as if everything in purgatory was liable to sit down and chat with them. In fact given the nature of the place and the things they've seen, their disbelief and hostility in return was entirely justified.

"Lets just..." She rests her head on Hanz's arm, "Sit, eat and talk I suppose. Not sure if I'm up for a knock down drag out anyway."

The gargoyle ever mindful is merely keeping an arm around her shoulders for support, knowing his charge would rage if he tried to pick her up. He grimaces but lets his red glare focus on the wolves around them. Instead he helps her walk back into the house.

They both spot Judas and both gargoyle and woman blink curiously in his direction. Monica scans around looking for Nyx but doesn't see him so she assumes he's around somewhere or hopes he is. "Judas." Hanz grumbles in greeting before sitting Monica down in one of the chairs so he can look at her feet.

' "That there's no salvation for me now,
No space among the clouds
and I feel I'm headed down
But that's alright' "

"Accepting what you are should come with the presence of others. I haven't a clue whom you belong to but that they seem to have left you with little to no knowledge of yourself or other dragons speaks less of them than I will say." Thurkear shook his head and sighed, "Truth be told I am an anomaly among black dragons. What I am lends itself to 'evil', I would never deny it of myself."

His eyes narrow on the both of them as he states, "What I am in not a sane being but for better luck that you did not find one of our green brethren. They are mindlessly violent, deceptive and depraved." And they'd have taken on look at the small female then proceed to have tried mate as well as eat it. Unfortunate really, since she wouldn't have known to look for one, be on her guard.

Instinct had his nostrils flared, a look of hunger bleeding into black pupils, "And I have been of a hunger for days. That I have kept my mind to now, though you would make a perfect meal, is curiosity as well as injury. I know what I am, moxt youwe[little thing]. Do you regret what you are? Do you lament it? I would say that among the relentless mocking of one whose ego is fragile, the mindless humans drivel could drive one to question their owns worth. As for death it is simple; we die. You see the result of such things in the surrounds." He makes a very human gesture, lifting one claw in a long sweeping motion to encompass the forest surrounding them.

Even if he didn't feel like the dead, given that he could still manipulate the souls of the dead he held previous did raise question but evidence suggested he was in fact deceased. Evidence of his curse he supposed. When he had been cursed to that damn island for so long, never aging or growing or dying it had taken its tole. As large as the dragon was now, if he had been able to grow he'd have been much larger as a full grown adult. Thicker around the middle where his scales pressed into his sides, more dense in heavy armored scales. The gaunt appearance did make him more frightening however. He didn't belay the fear it caused. In fact he rather liked it. His form traded simple power and force for flexibility as well as strength. More the balance of a silver dragon than his heavier kin. the two who stood before him wouldn't know that however.

"But such is the way of things. I do so like the twisted faces of those damned souls who know their end draws near and they will find no peace. They know more so that is their own faults for greed, or power, or vanity. Whatever the mortals put as name to it. I have a question of my own if you would indulge me."

The calm, scholarly manner Thurkear had held before returned, "Why the question of mortality? Did you think yourself immortal, ghergo ir[young one]? Or are you afraid of what you will find here?"

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Alex attempted to stop the tackle by using his own hands to grab on to Twinkle's hands, his feet skidded a few inches when their palms collided. Alex and Twinkle where now in a deadlock, pushing at each other's hands and trying to tackle the other to the ground.

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Boas Oclapake
Location: Forest
Company: Thunker (&pals), Diaga
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Boas looked at the Thunker in new light. What an interesting perception it held. He was rather direct in his answer, more direct that Boas would have been. The spirit preferred to answer things in ways that made other creatures think about an answer themselves than to tell them his own feelings on the matter. True, his talk of death had been straightforward but if they listened to it a bit more than just the surface they could see that it could be seen from more than one angle. Then Boas remembered. Everything could be seen from many angles. Thunkers answer had it's own type of power and multiple perceptions, just as Boas's did. He had lost this round to the dragon. As Thunker continued to talk then asked a question of his own the spirit raised an eyebrow. What an apt question.

Boas then listened to Diaga. A planes walker? What a binding term. There was mirth in his eyes but other than that he held his composure and listened to the dragon speak. It... it was a start. If they had a life that never ended in any natural way they would learn the rest on their own and there was no need for him to hint at any other possibilities. She had his respect for admitting some of her faults. Her other statements made him frown. What a bit of trouble she was. When she turned to face him for the first time he was pleasantly surprised. His smile faded as she asked her question though. He floated down to the ground and hovered at eye level with the you dragon.

Blinking at her a few times he looked at the butterfly that was still fluttering about her. He noticed that it did not land on her but still liked to fly around her. With a slight nod he decided to answer Diaga. "As you are now, I believe it would be difficult for you to, unlock, as you say, your mind. So, I will not tell you. I will give you a hint to help change your perspective though. As life lives and dies, so does the endless paradox of thought. Think of magic as a paradox and you will start to understand a little more." Boas would let the young dragon think of that as he floated back up to sit on his tree. To him magic was something that flowed through the world, the mind, body, soul, and space. Each space had it's own flow of mana similar to the flow of time and mana could be used in various ways. Some creatures even had manalobes in their brains. Of all the places he had been he could say that this was one of the few Truths. Mana flowed in all places just like time, and like time it did not always flow in a logical or understandable direction.

Turning to Thunker Boas asked a question of the dragon. "She's rather smitten with you. Also, you don't honestly expect me to think of you as evil, do you?" Boas was completely unaware of the wolves as they drew closer in to where they were. While he had kind of noticed that the zombies were still roaming around he had gotten use to their stench and up where he was the light breeze kept the smell away from him.