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Arya came to once more and stood up, her cloths wet and dirty from sleeping on the cave floor. The little Dragon uncurled itself and yawend, and made hungry sounding noises. "Its alright little one..." Arya said in a rasping voice, she picked up the little Dragon and cradeled it to her chest. She walked outside and came to a small pond, she looked at her tatterd self and saw her face stained with tears. "I-I have to keep moving..." She whisperd, and splashed cool water onto her face. The new Dragon had pounced on a nearby rabbit, and its instinc took over and it began to tear it to shreds, and after it was finished, it waddled up to Arya, and made a cooing sound. "Come, lets be off..." She said, she picked up the Dragon, and ran on, up into the snowy caps of the Dwarven mountians.

"No.. no.. it's fine. Don't worry about it," Teresia replied softly, still dazed. She sat up, pulled out a dagger, and cut the thin material that bound the halter top to her neck. Carefully, she held the remnants of her shirt close to her body and placed her fingers upon the bite marks. Teresia winced at the difficulty of closing her own wound, even if it was a small one.

Capell felt really bad about what he had done, but it appeared as if they were left alone. "Teresia... I still can't apologize enough for biting you..." He started off. "But what does this mean? I know you said what you did was the best you could do for me, but I still thirst for blood, so am I now a vampire..?" His head was so full of questions, but he left it at that for now.

"I think.. that the definition of 'vampire' needs to be rewritten... I'm not sure if you have vampiric venom or not but, I think it'll be safer for you and everyone else if you stick to slaking your thirst with animal, vampire, or werewolf blood, although the latter will taste AWFUL. I'm willing to donate if you give me time to mentally prepare myself first," Teresia replied, still shocked at the fact that she, a vampire, had her own blood sucked. She stood up clutching her shirt and rummaged through her belongings, looking for a change of clothes.

Darkheart awoke and notice it was before the time he agreed with his dragon.Darkheart did not care he gently lift it up and set it within the fur he had collected.Darkheart started back to his search and followed the scent to a near by pond. The scent went into the snowcaps and he knew he wouldnt be able to just follow her scent anymore. Darkheart notice a blizzard ahead to slow him down. Darkheart had a trick up his sleve for this problem. Darkheart controled the forces of heavy winds so he controled the blizzard. He stopped the blizzard and bursted from the ground into the air using magix.

Capell looked up from the water and smiled at her. "Of course I do." He answered as he took off his shirt. The shirt he was wearing fortunately didn't get any blood on it since he covered up the holes with his hand, so it was clean as he tossed it to her. He was a fairly skinny Elf, so the shirt seemed about the right size for her. "I'm sorry it's not the perfect definition of clean, but at least it's blood-free, right?"
Syke, after all this time, crawled up onto Capell's shoulder and noticed his eyes had a red/pink tint to them and mentally told him he was concerned, although, once again, Capell told him not to worry.

Arya truged on solemly. The memories came back agian, and a tear slid halfway down her cheak before freezing in place. "Kuro..." She whispered, and the young Dragon slithered out of her shirt and licked her face. "You like the name Kuro?" She asked, the little creture squeaked with delight. "Alright, Kuro, go back to sleep." She said, and Kuro crawled back into her shirt to sleep agian. Arya began to humm once more, to a diffrent elven tune than the one Capell had been playing earler. She came to the peak of the dwarven mountian, with was much to high for anyone with week lungs, or a human, to be. Driving by lack of food, she had to stop and rest agian. She found a nere by crack in the mointians peak, big enough for one, maby two tiny people. In she fit herself, still not bugged by the cold, and rested for the time being, as the slurr of snow becan to drift on even harder.