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Turian was a traveler. He liked nothing better than taking to the air on his strong wings and spending hours just going whereever the wind took him. Today he was following a meandering stream. It was nice territory, well recovered from the chaos that had struck years before. In fact much of the area around the river that this stream fed into seemed to have fared quite well. If he had a mind to settle ... he laughed at the thought. There was little in this world that could make him settle even for a short time. A mate? Never, he could never settled for less than one that could and would join him in his travels. He did often dream of having such a partner, but he had yet to meet a compatible someone. The desire to nest was strong, but the others seemed to view it as something more permanent.

He growled at the thought and looked ahead. "Ahh what a lovely place." He said softly aloud. It seemed he'd discovered the end of the stream, a pool filled with water lilies and surrounded by a tiny green meadow. It had been a long day of flying so a rest would be welcome so he began to circle lower, there was no better place he'd seen all day to have a drink and a bit of rest.

Turian came in for a smooth landing and was amazed at the softness of the grass under his paws. He gave last stretch of his wings before he folded them tightly to his sides. It was tempting to just fall into the soft grass, but first a drink. Walking over he found a clear spot and bent to lap when he spotted a flash of motion. He lifted his head startled by the fish, not something he was expecting. Smiling at the thought of a possible snack before he moved on, Turian finally took his drink.

After having a drink and relaxing from his day's flight, Turian strolled around the pool. It looked casual but he was actually observing for a good spot to do some fishing. There were rocks on the far side from where the stream entered, but they didn't seem quite right. He walked out on them anyway and found that one did in fact go out a little further above the water and would make a perfect fishing spot.

Now he could always have gone a more hawkish route and taken to his wings again, but the calm of the place had him feeling a bit more laid-back about everything. He wasn't even all that hungry yet. Perched on the edge of the rock he peered intently into the water waiting for the signs of a fish venturing close enough to the surface to reach in a paw and claw himself a meal...

So intense was his focus on the water, he didn't notice the motion of the threat coming from the trees... but he couldn't help but here the warning growl when the ulaya reached the opposite edge of the pool....

Turian was at a loss as he took in the sight of the bristling demonic ulaya that confronted him. A shiver passed through him causing his own fur to bristle and he opened his wings slightly and growled in return.

The angry question had Turian's own temper flaring. "I'm a traveler taking a rest and contemplating a meal of one of the fine fish that inhabit this pond. At least that was my plan before you came barging over here! Who or what are you to interfer?"

With the fire glowing in his eye and... was the grass at his paws smoking?... "what" seemed to be a reasonable question. But the words of the demon finally seeped passed Turian's defensive fear.

"This is your space? I ... I didn't realize..." he stammered. "I flew in so I was in no position to notice the trees, And I'll admit I was more focused on food than looking here at the rocks."

There were certain protocols to being a wanderer or traveler in another's territory and he'd been a fool to ignore them by not even taking the time to look for markers. Since his current perch seemed to be the driving issue Turian folded his wings and backed off of the rocks. He probably could have just flown away, but darn it he liked this place and this strange ulaya was like nothing he'd ever seen before. He wanted to learn more, if he could get passed the insult he'd caused...

Turian approached slowly his eyes widening in wonder as he saw the others appearance shift to something more nearly resembling a common ulaya. Still there were those fangs and that spaded tail, not to mention the eyes... But there was no longer fire blazing in that golden eye. He paused, a few good strides or a jump between them.

"Hello, I'm Turian. I'm very sorry for intruding upon your territory. I do hope however to enjoy this welcome resting spot for a time more?"

"Thank you, Raziel. I admit it's surprising to be so welcome after... well... " Turian looked nervously the other and then flicked a glance at the scorched grass. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but it does still stand... what are you?"