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((you just describe what your character is going to try to do, and how they intend to go about something, and I'll interupt when I need to. I'll give you an example of soloing myself as well.))

Goldblaze was not the only creature soaring the skies at that moment, another bird of nearly comparable size to Goldblaze's eagle form, took exception to the invasion of his territory, This avian was almost completely black, except for the undersides of his wings and the top of his head which was a bright blue. It had a sharp predatorial beak and very curved talons, but what made it stand out even more were the bat-like clawed 'thumbs' it had on each wing. with a screech unlike any bird Goldblaze could remember hearing, the Black and blue avian dove incensed by the presence of another male.

Faolan ran for a good while, before he deemed it safe to pause and consider his options, the gadmir was now between him and the town he'd been hired at, and the creature apparently knew it was being hunted. This made things alot more difficult... He cursed the foolish townspeople who'd neglected to tell him they'd sent other hunters, that was very crucial information when hunting a monster as inteligent as Gadmirs. Still in his wolf form Faolan paced in aggitation, he hoped the newcomer wasn't doing anything stupid... actually he hoped Blazefyre just wasn't doing anything to drag the attention of a large predator to himself. Faolan sighed heavily, he needed a change of battle plans now. At this point he either needed to give up and come back later when the Gadmir wasn't on alert, or use himself as bait and hope his reflexes were good enough to dodge the acid. He flexed his paws in the dirt experimentally, he was fit, and he was still fresh despite that run... and he didn't think he could wait long with that Blazefyre fellow running naively about. His decision made Faolan stood stretching all four legs before breaking into a lope, he was praying this wouldn't be a suicide mission.

((not certain if gadmir acid is flamable... but we'll just pretend it is for now.))

The gadmir shreiked and hissed flailing for a breif moment as the pain consumed it, then it dropped bodily from the trees slithering madly across the ground before it could be assaulted by something else, it dove into the nearby stream gulping down water and spitting that combined with acid at the trees to clean it's throat. The water it bathed in was too shallow for a Loulger and the Gadmir had long been using it as it's own water-source, now it came in double-handy, once the fire had been extinguished the Gadmir skulked into the trees once more, this time more wary of the beings hunting it. Numerous broken arrows, and scars ran down it's serpentine lengths, attesting to the number of hunters it had already out-witted. It's throat was a constant throbbing pain, not something it would quickly forget.

Faolan loped through the trees, ears listening intently to the sounds of the forest or more importantly, the lack thereof. He felt he was very close, and would have to play his part carefully, already his skin prickled with nerves, and it was all he could do to act calm and casual. Suddenly a shreik rang out, one he distinctly recognized as a Gadmir in pain. Faolan froze in place, looking about warily until he heard the crashing sound of the great snake rushing away. Slinking forward Faolan sniffed the air tentatively, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, but he couldn't detect the musk of dragon which might ussually accompany such. Easing his way forward he found the small area where the Gadmir had dropped, the smell was here, but... he followed the secondary scent, and found a very burned and injured eagle. He sniffed at it cautiously, it didn't look like the breed of eagle native to the area... It seemed to be unconcious, ... and it had an oddly familiar smell mixed in with it's feathers, sighing heavily Faolan shifted becoming human once more,. Lifting the rather large bird into his arms, he glanced around breifly before loping off through the forests again, there should be a healer in the town.

Faolan ran through the forest, he had transversed it so many times it was not difficult for him to remember which direction the town was, he could even follow his own scent backwards while running, which he did. In very short time the huge silvery trees, and thick thorny bushes of the forests began to thin, and opened up into a very large clearing. In the center of this, almost a half-mile from the trees in any direction, lay the town which had hired Faolan. The buildings seemed almost hodge-podge in the way they were layed down, but it was common for smaller towns to look this way, the buildings left plenty of room between them for people to flee and dragons to land in the center, but tended to tighten a little towards the edges to allow for defense. Faolan held the injured eagle as gingerly as he could, bolting towards the buildings. "I need a healer! I have a shifter!" He shouted as he bore down on the houses. "I need a healer!" He repeated as the towns people turned to look his way, a few of them began asking questions, others ran further into the settlement shouting his plea as they went. Faolan didn't stop as he passed the bounderies, "I need a healer!" He continued to shout, gaze scanning the crowds furiously for someone who could help.

((Now Goldblaze... wait a little for the 'healer' to post! then we'll do your part okay? wink ))

((My appologies for the wait. I will actually be using two characters for a short while. There needs to be a good excuse for Illusor to have traveled that far North from his home.))


The villagers had barely had the time to begin running for a healer when a figure strode up quickly behind Faolan, "I know a healer." The man informed the youth mere moments before he lifted both the werewolf and the eagle Faolan held into his arms with ease. "I am called Night-Song." He told the boy. Nightsong was a tall man with long silky black hair pulled artfully away from his face into a series of intertwining braids down his back. His clothing, which all looked very expensive and neat, seemed to meld together, boots and vest and shirt seemed to somehow intertwine in a complicated series of fabric-made celtic knots. Night-Song wasted no time in carrying Faolan and his charge into a nearby Inn, the establishment was spacious and well-kept, but by no means did it match the level of expense Night-Song's attire boasted. Without a word the man set Faolan and his eagle down on a couch, straightening just as another man entered the salon area from his room.

Illusor heard Night-Song's call and strode quickly from his room. Entering the salon in time to see his freind set a young man down on the couch. Illusor was garbed more simply than his raven-haired freind, in a lightly embroidered robe, with slacks tucked into boots. His hair was waist-lenght and a metallic silver decorated with small braids, feathers, and colored beads, which chimed pleasantly as he moved. According to what Night-Song had told Illusor, the boy Faolan had someone with him who was injured. Illusor's eyes darted to the rather burned and now rather ruffled looking bird. He moved forward to stand before the werewolf, "I am a healer, my name is Illusor, I am more than willing to lend my assistance with your allowance." He stated simply, already he was assessing the damage done to Blazefyre, he would not move until he had permission, that was general policy.

((hey, should i wate for illusor to 'heal' me, or should i post myself waking up now?))

((i'd like to let illusor do another post before i post again, but how would you know this in an acual rp?))

((My oppologies, I don't get internet access over school breaks and Finals make online time scarce.))

Inclining his head to Faolan, Illusor simply smiled as the werewolf bolted. He held the injured eagle gently in his arms, without even a spoken word Night-Song moved to pull a couch into the very center of the spacious ante-room. Silently the two carefully arranged pillows and blankets, resting the bird on the new make-shift "nest". Once preparations were finished Night-Song moved to stand by the door, assuring no-one would interupt the healer. Illusor muttered softly under his breath, coaxing his mage-sight to show him the extent of the burn-damage. After a few moments his tone shifted and a blue-white glow enveloped the Avian. Much like some Undead Illusor had once tended, Illusor's examination had told him Blazefyre would be resistant to standard magic of any sort. The spell he now cast was perhaps more powerful than injuries required but it by-passed all resistances and simply regenerated flesh and organic components. No elemental influences what-so-ever. The healer was not one to take chances with off-worlders. They tended to be so very sensative to strange influences. Many moments passed, the healer finally dropped his hands to his side, breathing heavily. A smile spread across his face as he gazed at the newly-restored and perfectly healthy young bird.

"What spell was that?" Night-Song murmered appreciatively as he walked up to gaze past Illusor at Blazefyre.

Illusor chuckled, "Just one I picked up from the Arch-mage Amascus."

((i thought that Illusor was supposed to transform me back into a dragon))
goldblaze woke up, not knowing where he was, then he remembered what had happened. he concentrated, and his body changed from an eagle's to a anthro dragon's, he then spoke."your such an idiot, goldblaze!" he said to himself. he quickly looked about the room he was in. most likely Faolan brought me to a healer, he thought, noticing that he wasn't feeling any pain, speaking of whom, where was the werewolf?