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'Micheal, Roman's been hurt. I'm going to need your help.' The flashy dragon and his bound heard through Dark's connection he still had with the pair trying to get more information. Dark next decision didn't take much as he knew where Micheal was at. Dark's wings then spread and shot straight up and turn to fly away from the pair, and the Draining stop. Dark flew fast as he could and got close to the tree tops.

Micheal Jumped on Dark placing himself right above where the dragons wings were and using his mane as his sure grip would not give under the speed Dark fly's at. 'We are on our way, though we are a lot further away from where we originally split, if these two leaves us be, Sorry Jay, Just let him zone out as much as he can, he needs to be unconscious.' Micheal looked back as Dark continued to fly to make sure nothing was thrown at them.

"Walk forwards," Kocerou replied, "I'll see that the path takes us back into the ravine."

The world around them seemed to blur again and the golden path fell away as Kocerou murmured quietly under his breath. Then they were in the damp air of the ravine again and the wall was solid behind them. Koceoru let out a breath of relief.

"Put what has happened from your mind," the Prince said firmly, "Whatever has happened to your brother cannot be helped right now. We must wait until the scouts return."

So there were a large amount of Fae in the area then, though they couldn't be certain which side they were on. In any case this Reborn may be able to get them a lead or so on this case. The fact that this one was such an outcast also made it hard to figure out if it may have had any loyalties to either side should it know more than it let on.

"A civil war of sorts is on its way you could say. But where are these Fae residing exactly?"

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<> murmured Astalder to Blade mentally. The human frowned at this news, not really wanting to deal with the knights here. With any luck, it was just someone on patrol who had little to no knowledge of the situation at hand.

Not wanting to cause a stir, the black dragon continued on his path at the same pace while occassionally glancing to the approaching pair.

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Ares practically wiggled beneath the Mage's hand as he was patted. Sure some of the other creatures around had less fortunate fates, but he was given food and shelter here. That was always a good thing. At the mention of watching something, he jumped up onto all fours and practically lept with excitement.

"OH! OH! Yeeessss. Can we do that pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase?" he pleaded while his tail wagged like that of a puppy's.

His lips twitched as his fangs showed in natural retaliation. It was sadly all he could do now beside grin and bare it. The smell of burning still hung in the air, some of that fresh plants charred by the Fallen that put him in this position. But he wondered if he did not kill the Bound. Was that why he sensed the hostility of the ranger?

Then the new scent was there. What was it? Close to a dragon's but yet not.

Roman focused on scents as he slowly sounded out the sound of voices as much as he wanted to listen, but he was taught and injury like this he was in no position to be all worked up. No matter how much it bothered him he needed to let go. Hearing only mumbles of the two conversing, Jay would handle it, she was always smart about these lousy situations he would end up in. Romans facial features relaxed as his mind was force in to a clouded darkness.

Why was she angry? She could think of far too many responses to that, instead choosing to divert the questions back to this stranger that chose to appear with such unusual timing.

Those marks upon the creature's face she easily recognized as scars from stitches... or were the stitches still there? Flamelight played over the multiple skin colors, a disjointed colorful harmony that was disturbing, but certainly not what had her focus. Even as she watched this non-human form reveal her patchwork arms, showing them to be bare of any weapon that could be seen by the naked eye, it was the unearthly feeling off a hundred tiny insect legs crawling beneath her skin, an itch that she had not grown accustomed to yet that had her attention.

"What are you, if you should remember that much?" the ranger asked roughly, eyes now fully locked on to the newcomer. This unusual jumble did not seem human, but if it was not so, then what was it? It was not vampire. Yet wings adorned her backside much like that of certain Bound. There was no dragon in sight to be this one's other half unless said dragon was simply farther away, an unusual choice but one that could happen.

((Mew: it will be a post or two of just us with Rakura's Micheal in transit and Roman out for now. Spoken on behalf of Rakura.))

Kier was wandering again. He'd started off fighting invisible enemies through the underbrush. When he had finally made his nonexistent foe admit defeat he had celebrated dancing around in the clearing of his triumph. Finally having tired himself out he curled up on the ground, considering a short nap. In the middle of his considerations his eyes drooped and closed in actual sleep. It never occurred to him that wandering off on his own, making a lot of noise in celebration, and then falling asleep in the same spot was not the best idea.

Kier startled awake at being prodded. He was on his feet now at least, but his eyes held that startled-but-still-asleep look. He shook his head, his mane flopping about, to clear his mind.

He wasn't sure he was actually awake though, or if he was still dreaming about far off lands and creatures. He'd never seen a fae before, so he couldn't really tell what sort of creature stood before him.
'Be brave, you're a hero. Be proud.' he thought to himself, straightening his posture and lifting his head proudly to look right into the fae's eyes. Yes he was scared, but he denied it. He was a hero, nothing would scare him.

"Hello." He called up at her, his voice a touch wavery betraying his fear. He frowned at it, unhappy to show weakness. Heroes never showed weakness.

"Well," the fae girl said, "This is a problem. You're much too little to be Bound, but you're still too big to be left running about. There's a war brewing, don't you know that, hatchling? Who let you run off on your own?"