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((ooc 1: I hope that Thanos' tendency to see random flashes of others' thoughts and know what they are isn't godmoding. He can't manipulate them, obviously; but the idea of randomly reading them is something that I came up with in the first post and that looked like an awfully good strategy now.))

Thanos let out a low growl - not at his father, but at himself. His mind flailed wildly for a solution, as his inner strength of will writhed in frustration at being trapped in such a small body. Finally, fury overcame him, and he let out the closest thing to a roar that his young body could produce. "Then I will KILL him," he cried. "I will kill the man NOW!" The dragonet screwed up his eyes in further irritation when he realized he didn't even know where to begin to look for the man.

At this moment of intense frustration, an image began to form in Thanos' mind, seeming to block out his vision of his current location. In slow motion, he saw the white-haired human watching his father fall from the sky. The dragon crashed into a rock formation that was rather unusual, it reminded Thanos a little bit of a fellow dragon - and somehow he knew which way to go, and that it wasn't far. "Yes!" the little dragonet howled. "I will find him! And I will kill him!" Blinded with the joy of this knowledge and seemingly imminent success, coupled with freshly-rising bloodlust, Thanos turned and bounded off down the tunnel, headed toward where he somehow knew his father's killer had stood. As he ran, his eyes glowed like fire, and he softly chanted the word "Kill!" to himself over and over, enjoying the feeling of it rolling off his tongue, and the way his lips moved to form the word.

(((ooc 2: I know Thanos is too young to kill *anyone*, let alone that mysterious human who de-winged his father in midair, and that if he tries he'll only get himself killed...but Thanos doesn't know that. Hence, the word "Kill!" being spoken verbally - I'm aiming for him to start interacting with some other characters, not just go rushing off alone to die.)))

Thanos paused, but only because a dragon much larger than himself was in his way and was addressing him. "You - you don't understand," he blurted. "I can't slow down - my father's killer is going to escape - I have to find him, I have to kill him! I have to avenge my father...to be a true heir to my wings, I have to..." He realized he was babbling, and broke into a run again, dodging past his elder and once again hurrying off in search of the murderer.

((ooc: Headstrong dragonet...))

-Her eyes narrowed as the name Caleb sounded familiar she almost started to snarl at it as she vaguely started to remember what happen and when the bound was now position out in front of her holding the knife she took a couple steps back before she realized that he was a good human.-
"They would have to be re-cut again."
-She said as she worked up the courage to do what would be the best for her. Rushia then gained some composer as she looked like she can't believe that it was such a surprise to her.-
"I remember it hurting, I even think that's why I was bounded by these chains."
-She then took a deep breath-
"Please do what you must to make me well again."
-Her eyes then got big as her sadness that she felt started to show through-
"I do wish to some day fly."

With a sigh, the adult dragon continued to hold onto the hatchling a little longer. It was nice and all that he had calmed down but he felt that he still didn't quite things were all and well just yet.

"Keep that on your mind and the vengence will only consume you," said Astalder sternly. Shaking his head, he lightly placed the hatchling down before introducing himself as well, "I am Astalder. And the human with me is Blade."

Seeing things had calmed down somewhat, Blade went on and joined the two dragons. Judging everything, he could only assume that the cause of the dying Fallen's ailment was something more malicious than sickness.

The human took a deep breath and conferred with his dragon master for a moment. The elder turned and left, vanishing into one of the curtained caves.

"It won't hurt," the human told Rushia, "My dragon is going to find some elixir that will make you sleep. We'll do everything while you sleep and you shouldn't feel anything. Please, go make yourself comfortable. My master is setting the room up. I need to go find some others to help... don't worry. We're going to fix this. You'll fly. I promise."

And he sheathed the knife and hurried over to Fam. They spoke briefly and the human pulled himself onto her back and she started off at a fast pace. It didn't take long to catch up to Astalder and Thanos. Fam slowed.

"I heard shouting," she said, "and then you ran off, hatchling. What's wrong? What did the fallen say?"

The two stared at the hatchling as he replied. That seemed a little too easy for a young one that had appeared to be quite the stubborn one moments ago. After exchanging glances, Astalder was about to say something else but the sound of rushing footsteps could soon be heard coming from behind.

Seeing it was Fam, the black dragon decided it may be best to tell it as it was.

"Thanos here was rushing off to get revenge. I think he's calmed down now though," he replied.

The elder glanced over at Rushia from where he was sorting through some clay jugs, each carefully labeled in human writing. He finally pulled two down and walked over to Rushia, shuffling carefully to avoid dropping them.

"He'll be fine," the dragon said, setting them down before her, "Our world is a difficult one. Best he learn to deal with that reality early. It seems you've already learned, young one, and I am sorry for that. Now, drink both of these, all of it. It'll make you very sleepy so as soon as you drink them, go lay down. We'll take care of the rest."

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Fam slowed to a stop and sighed softly.

"Revenge? Against what? A ghost? Listen, hatchling, I don't know what that fallen said but his rantings are borderline insanity. He said he saw the white-haired human twice - and the second time was while he was flying. And the human touched his wings and he fell from the sky. How is that even possible? It's not. Humans can't fly. The fallen wasn't attacked - he's deranged."

The Steward shook her mane with a huff and started off down the hallway again. The human on her back twisted to look back at the dragons.

"If we could approach him, we could save him," he called out.