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As Knoll's words filled his mind and echoed through Adele’s entire being, he felt a sense of higher resentment for the animal growing; breeding in a cess pool of hate inside of his heart. And as the dragon scampered away from Adele, bearing his fangs in an insolent attempt to stand strong amidst the waves of fury that tried to wash him away, The man’s anger subsided into a petty sense of amusement. Defiance! Just who did Knoll think he was? The thought lifted his heart onto silver strings of irony. There was no defying death, there was no defying him.

Adele stood and with the movement, a horrible cracking noise arose from his body. Ah how quickly the joints in that body became stiff! Humans were useless, he sneered inside of his head. Adeles thoughts reflected upon his face in the form of a wicked, twisted abomination that was supposed to model somewhat of a smile. “Knoll, you little Devil, you—Always a kind word from the sidelines. I see nothing has changed. His voice had changed, smooth and soothing, it cajoled any who listened into a false façade of security and warmth. “Why, you look tired, hungry. Are you hungry? Knoll?” With a wave of his hands, black particles of dust flurried together and weaved themselves into a piece of fresh bread and a chalice of water. Was it real? Perhaps some might have thought so- an illusion of nourishment. Yet another of Adele’s tricks—He could create mirages, illusions, and facades. He could spin a silver-tongued lie faster than a spider could weave her web or a woman could weave a rug. It came naturally to him, as most things did.

Adele broke off a piece of the bread, it looked fluffy, warm, inviting. He handed the piece of to Knoll. “Go ahead and take it, It’s fresh.” His devious expression soon melted back to his ‘standard’, icy, bored, and glazed over look. “Now listen here, smokes, I’m gonna’ lay it on ya’ real fast here, ok? I need to know where Alanna is, and if you don’t tell me, I’m just going to have to take you along ith me until we do find her, it’s a matter of grave importance” Adele couldn’t hold back a snide snicker at the word grave. Oh, how he loved only the sweet sting of irony.

With disdain in his heart, Adele watched the piece of bread fall to the ground, and upon impact a puff of black dust erupted from the bread and then settled into a small pile by his foot. What a pity, oh the horrid scene. His powers were so underappreciated these days, honestly.

“Oh come now, Knoll. Don’t you think I would look out for her best interests? I mean, honestly. She just has a key that I entrusted to her some years ago and now it has come to be of some… importance.” He leaned up against the counter of the bar, tracing his fingers in circles on the marble. “But there’s just one thing standing in my way right now…” He smiled wickedly again and began walking his fingers along the cool surface up to Knoll where he flicked the dragon on the head with a yellow nail. “That little spot on my daughters existence would be you. The little sniveling black mark made upon my legacy, Knoll. You!”A deep settled resentment built up inside of Adele’s mind had been rattled like a snow globe upturned- the pieces floating around like pieces of dynamite around a flame. That was the powder keg and the ignition wasn’t far behind.

His eyes narrowed considerably as Knoll began telling Adele how it was HIS fault that Alanna never saw him? It was Adele’s fault? Adele began to convulse with a silent laughter, steadily becoming louder and louder like the sound of an enemies hooves growing nearer and nearer—it was the sound of dangerous grounds; a mine field of battle just waiting to happen. And just as the accusation was made, they all went off, there went the whole country east of the Mississippi. Adele turned swiftly, his hands gripping the counters so hard that the marble began to shatter under his grasp. His neck was strained as he forced his head out in Knoll’s direction, only inches from the dragons face. Adele smiled like a crazy man, his expression a mixture between anger and a morbid sense of enjoyment.

“Ah so it’s my fault, then! MY fault that my bouncing little brat cut off communication with me? Aha I think I finally understand! Thank you for enlightening me, Knoll!” His voice sliced the air, a knife through hot butter on a warm summers evening. It echoed through the room and reverberated through every bone in his body. The echoes were followed by a horrific ribbing noise and a foul stench of decaying flesh. Adele, frozen, tried to peer at his neck. There, the flesh of his human body had ripped open, and a gaping hole filled with pulsing, dark veins could be seen. Obviously, he was very stressed. Had he been human, Adele probably would have had a stroke by now.

“You see! Do you see whatyou did to me now?!” He threw his arms up into the air flamboyantly. “Let me tell you, this body just isn’t what it used to be.” He smirked, then looked back at Knoll, his expression emotionless once more, except for his ever burning eyes. Strings of flesh began intertwining with each other, forming a new bond of skin over where the previous tear had been. “Now since you can sense her presence farther away then I can, I guess you’ll have to be coming with me, right?” Now that, that was not a question.

Adele's manical laughter and awkard expressions made Knoll's head receed in fright. The manner of his expression made the dragon shake like shingles on the roof during a storm. The strong wind of words he conjured up battered against the poor Dragon's ears. His scales went pale orange, all color washed away. He shrunk in fear of how this man portayed himself in words and actions. His eyes went wide only to show the plastered shock across his face. He feared now, more then ever for his existance was put upon a pedistal, that at any moment someone could take a hammer too. Knol bowed his head, low and in respect to the Reaper. "I.. have done nothing against you.", he spoke in cowardice, trying to make his tone seem strong, but it was merely breaking under the imense weight he carried.

Adele seemed to have gone crazy getting closer to Knoll by their faces being an inch apart now. His eyes met Adele's. There was a coldness.. sinking feeling that seemed to pool into hatred and despair. Types of emotions that would tear a common man apart, but no. This man.. was no man. Adele was far above it all. Above anything that felt or loved so easily. Knol finally came to terms with himself, his eyes and face regaining the deep orange they once had. Though, he was still paralyzed, unable to think straight or react to this barrage of emotions that were flung at him.

The skin on Adele's neck began to peel away, showing what he really was underneath. A pile of slim and filth, that tore families apart and destroyed countless nations. The black veins pulsated like wildfire in his eyes. He should have surely killed over from the intense pressure, but if one was to feel his wrist. No pulse would be found to his beating heart. If he had one. The question became proposed, that Knoll accompany him to sniff out Alanna's location for him. Of course the orange lump of a coward would not sell out his freind, but it did not seem he was going to have a word in the matter. In a last ditch effort.. Knoll regained his mind rising up to turn and jump off the counter to avoid any further conversation or contact. His nails tapped against the ground like nails falling, he felt he was in slow motion, trying to run away but all in vain, just to be caught anyways. "No! Never!" he hollard shaking words into the mans petrified noggin. He would escae.

[[ Sorry that took me forever. My comp died and I had to restart it. crying ]]

Nya came into the bar, the door blowing ahead of her as a rough gust of wind tore it from her grasp. She turned, using all her strength to shut it back, and sighed, as she heard the latch click. She reasted silently for only a moment, her entire body soaked with cold rain water. She shivered, long black hair plastered against her childlike body, though the curves she bore told another story...She was all woman. She shivered turning to face the bar itself, sapphire blue orbs hidden behind dark lashes scanning the place. Normally it was next to desserted, today a few souls hid within. Her brow perked slightly, seeing the Gaen she'd met earlier, and another, the gaen obviously terrified of the other. A man, she saw, she reached up, running her hands through her hair, her body drying within moments it seemed, her hair now a mass of shimmering curls. She took a deep breath heading towards the bar itself. She wore a simple pair of fitted blue jeans, and a white baby doll tee shirt, the picture of a Cube, the words "Think outside the box" written in white. on the front. "After noon everyone!" She said, her musical voice carrying over the low drum of voices.

Nya looked up smiling and giving a small wave towards Ziven... She was glad she'd cleaned all the dust bunnies from up there now... She reached behind the bar, taking a cup and then walking the rest of the way around filled it will soda from the tap. Any one else thirsty?" SHe offered, might as well since she was already there...

Nya perked a brow.."If its to crowded you can leave." she motioned towards the door, "Or you can hang around.."She pointed towards the rafters Ziven sat perched upon. "Much less crowded up there." she said Steping slightly to the side, unintentionally yet intentionally blocking him of getting to the Gaen. She reached up taking another glass down from the top shelf, the man towering over her by near three feet at least. The soft scent of roses already beginning to find its way to even the darkest corners of the Bar. "Oh!" She stopped backing up, "Sorry, were you needing something? "She asked, moving out of the man's direct path, but still blocking his way to the Gaen.

Nya turned away from the man, moving across the bar and out, looking to survey the damage from the night before..Not to much that she saw, but she did need to polish the floor a bit.. She Knelt down, looking towards the Gaen, " If you can get to my home... call sanctuary..even he cannot touch you there. As far as a death wish...I've lost everything..my home, my family..if my duty is to die for the life of an innocent..so be it. She thought silently, wondering if he would hear her..or not. She rose picking up several wadded up napkins and headed back towards the bar throwing them into a waste basket, she set her cup onto the bar and knelt down, digging to find the floor polish.