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"Why should I worry that there are beings in the world that think ill enough of me to want to have me killed, or are brave enough to try themselves? There will always be those people. Being a necromancer comes with that problem; people want to kill you because you've taken away their loved one, people want to kill you because you won't given them back their loved one, the fanatics want to kill you for playing gods, the cultists want to kill you to strengthen their gods or gain your power. A never ending battle with the ideals of those around you."

Wasn't that a cute sight? The little gold holding both their hands as they walked back through the creepy place. Those she tried not to think on such things too hard. Things were messed up enough as they were. "Treasure, I have no scales at all. And that may be true, but I do know that your kind is affected by the environment faster than we humans are." Thusly leading him back to the ship. "Better get back to your deck, Captain. Getting dark and we won't be able to see but a few feet in front of our noses."

Yes, amusing if anything. "Careful...your horns will not grow back once you crack or break them. So I suggest you try to be careful, least you want to lose what good looks that Taerin did have." Handsome dragon, disgusting personality and no heart. Looking up at the sky then some. "You probably don't even know the proper sleeping position for this form. Wouldn't want you to wake up with a twisted wing or something." Sideglancing at Des. "You can teach him that. I don't sleep in this form if I can help it."

"I'll be more then happy to help with that."

a slight grin and rubbing his horns lightly.

"Yes, no further injuries to that sexy body. maybe if you are a good boy I'll show you all sorts of new things you can do."

that one was whispered in his hear with a slight trace of fingers between his wings.


That perked him up. lord did that feel nice. too nice...there had to be some trick there. no way that that spot could be that sensitive and so easy to get to.

"So what am I supposed to do now? waddle around?"

"I wasn't thinking to go that far. just...some enjoyable time alone. I'm not that bad."

desdemona frowned some, and helped Hunter off the barrel and letting him take her arm and walk around the deck some. being careful and minding how well he could keep his balance and the like.

A slight chuckle.

"We could always call him Lazerous."

a slight nibble at his fingers and keeping hunter in working order.


"Lazerous? what kind of a name is that."

Hunter was getting better at walking, and not relying on Desdemona quite as much right now. wether he'd continue that tomorrow or not would be a different story.


Drifter knew when Lycear got back. she watched the skies for him from time to time while she helped with various tasks in the city. usually repairing some of the damage, reforming sand into stone and such. once Lycear was back however, she was already making her way up the tower.

"I am always where those that need me want me. What is on your mind, Lycear?"

A tilt of her head.

"It remembers, yes...it can remember as far back as there is an existing stone, or a strong amount of sand that stayed in an area. there are rocks and stone that remember before the storms, and there are some who's memories reach so far that even I cannot interpret what they say so easily."

before moving over by Koto, glancing at the stratagist a moment.

"why do you ask, dragon lord?"

"The earth and stone I can heal...But I've never tried to make it forget. I'm not entirely sure I can do that. I can try to put those memories to sleep I supposed..we'd have to see. but that means you'll have to tell me what you are thinking of trying to do."


Desdemona frowned lightly.

"Alright, alright. I won't do anything, I promise. and I think it's a cute name. Lazerous. it sholdn't be that hard to remember or learn, should it?"

Drifter nodded lightly.

"I know that spot. and I know why the sand is black. and it is not as you think."

glancing at Koto.

"I asked of your past while exploring some theories as to your attacker. I sought out evidence of the story. Please have a seat, Lycear."

gesturing with her crystal hand.

"Your mate's death was not a natural thing. there was no bloodstain to the ground, no memory of spilled blood. this...mage, that tore your mate from you used powers that I cannot fathom in a singular being. Whatever it was this mage did it left this black sand. and this black sand contains great power within it."

taking a seat herself, and folding her hands together on the table.

"wether or not this was intended is a question. had your mate not destroyed this mage or drove him off, the black sand may very well been what he or she was after. Your mate's power is contained in the sand, if not her essence. it is like she left behind her strength, to aid someone that is capable of using it."

"I believe what this mage did..or tried to do...was to create this sand, and then use it themselves. steal the strength and might of a dragon. it may even explain how this mage was able to face your mate in combat alone in the first place."

watching him carefully.

"the black sand is not a wound. it is a gift. a parting gift to aid those that can come behind. I see how you feel it is a wound. as it marks this spot, and brings back all those memories. but I want, with your permission, to show you want this sand can do in capable hands. be it mage, geomancer...or dragon."


Desdemona glanced at her, and then at Hunter, before untying the rock from his tail.

"Well I don't want to be up in the middle of the night. So you hear that? you're eating wether you like it or not."


Without the added weight in the back, he felt the weight of his horns a bit more and stumbled forward before catching and righting himself. glancing at each wing in turn to fold it back, and took a few more steps without the boulder.

"See? I'm a quick learner."

Before a misstep sent him careening off to the side and into the railing.

Drifter nodded lightly.

"I do not envy your pain, Lycear. nor your anger."

taking the bottle, and pouring some into her hand, and walking to the window. her form shimmered, like her skin was sparkling with a green tint like she was covered in light green glitter, before blowing the sand off her hand out the window.

there was a sound like ice being ground down, and the outer walls of the city shrank by about a foot or two, like something was compressing them..before one could easily see veins of diamond running through them like a work of lightning inspired art.

"This is part of what this sand can accomplish. a handful of it..defensively. imagine what wonders and miracles could be achieved with more..and used for other things then defense. healing, restoration...offense if needed."

looking to lycear.

"Broken horns can be mended. illness that is beyond herbal treatment, or unassisted magical curing can be done. the weakest child mage could become a titan with this sand. when I understood this...I think that is what happened to your mate. this mage had done this act before. used other sand to try to harvest more."

A small look out the window.

"And I won't say I was not tempted. tempted to gather all that black sand to myself, have all the raw power at my disposal to make my dreams all come true. But I knew the cost of that power. what it cost you, what it cost your son, and what it cost this city."

looking back to Lycear.

"I am a servant of the earth. not it's master, nor am I yours. I am here to aid your choices, to help you. I abide by your choice. I can hide this sand...I cannot destroy it, but I can bury it so far beneath the surface that it would be forever hidden without remaking the world."


Des smiled endearingly at her hunter, but paid attention when she was spoken to.

"How do I know when he's gorging and not actually filling himself? I don't know how much this dragon ate normally...I mean different kinds of foods mean different amounts. travel food doesn't have the nutritional value of other foods."