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Giving a frown and a light yawn she felt around things for a moment before her hand decided it liked whatever it had landed on and she picked it up, tucking it away for the time being. "Is there any food in here?" Sniffing, but only getting the scent of sandlewood. Could never tell if he had anything on him. Rolling her eyes about naming.

"Oh for the love of Gods. Compromise already. No one is ever going to believe he is who he is, or accept that his soul is in another's body. Use his draconic name as an official, call him Hunter as a pet name. Can someone please get me some food now?"

Glancing down at a sleeping Hunter, who was rather flushed to touch. she'd have to help with that too, before he gave himself a heat stroke. So much to teach him and little time to do so. Before a slight smirk at the stareyed one.

"See, it's not so hard to give plain answers that others can understand, now is it."

It was funny, that not two days ago the opportunity to rend, or attempt to rend this little creature would have been taking up with all the bloodlust and rage she could muster. perhaps it was just that the relief and joy of having hunter back was balancing out the anger and hatred of the person that took him from her in the first place.

"Taerian Hunter Deacon. does that suffice your need to change his name? simply tack this new one on as a first name?"

"No. Hunter Deacon can only be a nickname, Desdemona. He must remake his identity. It is a problem of all soul switching. I will allow him to choose his own name if that would stop this incessant arguing. But it can be nothing even close to Hunter Deacon. It's not an appropriate name for a dragon, even without it's notoriety and he'll be found out."

He was busy digging through his many pockets to find her some more food. After an energy drain like that, she needed as much replenishment as he could find for her. And since they were stuck in this cave right now, well, he'd do the best he could. Handing over the trail mix, he settled it directly into her hand so she could feel the container and wouldn't spill it. "Better?"

"Not much." It was probably amazing the amount of food she could put away when she was like that, she knew that for sure. Finishing off her improptu sandwich, she took to the trail mix he had handed her. Why he would have trail mix was a mystery but it was there and she was going to eat it...save any raisins she came across. Those had to go.

Desdemona picked up Hunter, and took him to the far back of the area, laying him on the gold and coins that would probably make most pirate's drool. hundreds of years..even thousands..worth of hoards here. and started going through tomes and such. Soul transference was something new to her, but perhaps someone in the past had some knowledge of it.

Even dragons were not immortal, and the temptation to extend one's life might have prodded one to study this idea themselves. She wanted her Hunter at full capacity as soon as possible. a swashbuckling, vicious, cunning golden dragon captain of the Chimera...the first pirate lord to be a dragonkin.


Drifter was in shock. utter shock. her hand was resting on the sand, but the tremors of the earth were shocking more then even the tremors of a coming quake. her crystaline hand actually dissolved some into the sand, she had to be sure of this. once she was satisfied, she stood up, and made a beeline toward the home of Lycear...and threw open the doors to his chambers.

"We have issues to discuss, Dragon Lord."


Fang was resting on the farside of the glass sea, looking through his spyglass with a hint of a grin.

"turns out our benefactor was right. get ready. our friend said he'll drive them out. we just have to wait. get the longboats ready, and send some crew out to watch a few leagues from us to see if they catch them running.

"Yes and no, Lycear. the mission of the pirates remains, so far, on course...beyond the reach of pirate lords..but not beyond the reach of sand and stone."

she moved over to the table, watching him a moment.

"Hunter Deacon is reborn. but his form...shocks me. Hunter Deacon the mortal man is dead...his flesh is dust. his new shape..is golden."

letting that sink in a moment and what she was implying.

"the other issue is simple...the one that has been harassing your city has stopped. which leads me to think that their attention has turned elsewhere. So we must ask ourselves, what was here that they had their attention on, and what would make them deviate from that course?"


Desdemona lifted her head, and nodded lightly. she has plenty of food to feed deacon..though she didn't offer it to the other because well it was more of the type of things that she could hunt. raw and uncooked save through dragon's fire.

While she was feeding a semi-concious Hunter, who was trying hard to focus on her words to help regulate his body temperature, she glanced over toward the others.

"Assassin..you picked this body. what do you know of it? was this golden form privy to anything unusual or special to dragonkin? did he breath only flame or something else?"

"I bring it to you because this means that there is now a pirate ship, that bears both first mate, potentially, and captain, as dragonkin. and I imagine you know better then I the reaction that may come from a gold dragon at the helm."

a small smile.

"The sand and stone do not tell me the whole tale. but there are stars among the sands that I can speak to."

though a more thoughtful look.

"The shards were scattered. do we know by whom? for whomever scattered them, or whomever possess some of them now, may have been assaulting here to prevent this endeavor. now that it is fully underway, their attentions may be toward two ships instead."

She watched him and was careful in her words.

"You know there is one whom you have overlooked I think. many of the collected shards have been found in close proximity to the territory of one, and only one, great dragon."

watching him a moment.

"One who may have thier own grudge, thier own reasons to be aggressive to you. I mention the golden pirate for other reasons. you know the shifting tides, I'm sure you've heard the whispers of change. I see this new act as a key being placed in a locked door. you know how us pirates love our freedom."