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He took the blade and resheathed it and began picking up his oils, screwing tops and tucking them away into hidden pockets. There was no way in hell she was going alone. Following along after her, he slid on behind her on the nightmare to stop her. "What's up?"

To say that Sibrar was in pain would have been a gross understatement....magic and from the smell of it necromancy. Though Sibrar knew nothing of how to use those skills he knew enough to know when he was being attacked by it. Too bad that did nothing to help bis current situation.


It felt as though his heart was being placed in a vice, sending waves of pain shooting throughout his entire body. And as any one in pain would, he opened his snout to scream in pain, completely forgetting about the magic that he was trying to build up in his stomach.

Luckily for him, enough time had passed for the backfire to be only minimally damaging, but the blast still slammed into the ground, coupled with the pain in his heart which was growing faster by the minute. Sibrar knew that if he was going to survive he needed to act quickly.

Shifting effortlessly into his elven form, his hands moved swiftly and elegantly, removing his bow, grabbing two arrows from there quiver upon his back and placing them into the bow, there poison tips pointed with deadly accuracy at the hearts of the two that had just rode in, on some fire breathing horse no less.

"Dearest Lady, I implore you to remove your spell from my heart.....before it causes the death of all us." his voice was shaky but resolve. He just hoped that his threat worked.

The thud of dragon to ground that caused the reverberation with it did not make her happy. After all, it made her world and her mental maps move in unhappy manner. However that world was thrown over even more by the feeling of change in body ways and as well as the new voice. Necromantic energy disappearing from her hand in spell cancellation, a chain was unfurrled from her forearm and the blade attached to the end was grasped and brandished before the familair weight of Chylithair was on her shoulder once more. A peek through Kelligrin's eyes, "Shapeshifter, though not of the normal kind I've seen here...makes you even more a threat."

If Sibrar wished to survive this encounter then he was going to have to take a chance, since there was no point in getting into a serious battle over a simple misunderstanding.


Slowly loosening the tautness of his bow he lowered the points of his arrows so that they pointed away from the two strangers removing them altogether and replacing them into the quiver he rose, the spell which bound his heart like a vice no longer in place, Sibrar gave a soft sigh of relief. And smiled, a rather half croocked grin, like a boy that had just been caught with his hands in the cookie jar.


Judging from the actions of the bird, and the actions of the female, it was clear who the owner was and so he directed his words to her. "Please m'lady I meant no disrespect, had I known that this noble bird had an owner and was not merely a creature of the wild I would not have attacked him with such malice." his words were sincere and straight forward.

"My name is Sibrar dear lady, and you are right. In this world I am unique." he said with a bow, the next move was hers to make.

Chy was more content to hunker down on Savryn's shoulder than to do any fussing over Kelligrin being in his space. Yes he considered Savvy his space and Kelligrin was much to close to his space. But that could be delt with later.

"I'm sure that you learned he leaves a bad taste anyway. Should have guessed then." The smell of soot on Chylithair was unmistakeable to her. A frown however...she wasn't sure what was going on since she couldn't watch him, nor read his face. It was infuriating. Kelligrin didn't help though. "Hunting obviously, there's no other reason to be out in this forsaken place." Still brandishing her own chained dagger...she wasn't comfortable yet.

He didn't appreciate Savryn's sarcasm but thought better of telling her about it just then. He wasn't talking about this area, he was talking about this side of the plane altogether. There weren't many shapeshifters on plane that were not Laerethe and it had him quite uncertain at this moment in time. Rolling his eyes at the sound, he dug in one of his pouches and tossed the stranger a bag of jerky. "Here. Say thank you and I'll slit your throat. I can't stand no contest fights."

Sibrar smile once again, as he removed a small piece of the meat which he had been handed by the stranger and began to work on it. "Then I suppose that I will have to gain my strength back and give you that fair fight I suppose" he said with a soft turning his attentions back to the female.


"A boat? Would it be unwise of me to ask if I may join you two. I have not had traveling companions in well over six months, and it would be it an added change, to be in such company." his voice went silky smooth as he spoke the last part of that sentence, though it was unclear and whom he had directed that comment, and he wasn't about to state it either.