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"what was that look for? i didnt do anything wrong." he coughed. "im gonna go and get some water, why dont you put her on the mat, i can bare sleeping on the ground. it will help her feel better. i will be back after i get something to drink." he began to walk away, towards a pool of water that he had smelled. man, i couldnt do anything to help, i feel terrible.

edward walked up, wiping the excess water off the side of his mouth. "what did you do to her to make her stop screaming? that was a neat trick, whatever it was." he leaned against a tree and slowly slid down to the ground. "why dont you ever talk? i dont think ive heard you say anything since ive been here." he was very curious, then again, he had a right to be since he would probably be there for a while

there was a look of pure emptiness on his face. "you know, i could probably understand you if you turn back into a wolf, but i never was good at charades, sorry."

"they say you can see a persons intentions if you look through their eyes. dragon boy is scared to death, and he is constantly thinking of ways to get away. im just glad i can be part of a family again."

(sorry I havn't posted, I found a game called dragon fable and ...yah...)

Damien was on his knees, he was looking at...well...he wasn't realy looking at anything...he was spacing out. Damien's scales turned backn into his human flesh. Damien blinked and his mind finaly caught up with his body, he felt pain rushed though his body. Every one of his muscles hurt, and he felt like he just walked out of an active volcano. Damien looked at the ground as his wings disappered in a burst of flames....the only thing that was left that showed he wasn't a normal human was his dragon tail that he could never get rid of. Damien closed his eyes tightly, he could still feel the muscles in his wings ach even if they weren't there anymore. Damien looked up at Edward and sighed when he didn't know what Ciprianus was trying to tell him. "He said he can't talk..."Damien muttered Damien flinched, it hurt when he talked...

he watched as damien was dragged over. "i wish i hadnt been shot, that way i could be helping instead of sitting on my butt. come to think of it, if i had stepped out of the way, or not have been standing there, it would have hit schuyler. maybe it was a good thing it was me, after all." he cringed as he remembered how much it had hurt.

after everyone had gone to sleep, edward heard the crunch of the underbrush. there was a large animal coming, a bear. he stood up, no longer needing his staff, and changed to his wolf form. he ended up stopping in the middle of the transformation due to his injury. it obviously wasnt going to allow him to make a full transformation until he was healed. the bear charged the campsite and edward slammed into it, knocking it on its side. it got up, mad, and turned its focus on edward. it began slashing at him with its claws leaving edward little time to dodge. he bit at the bears neck, missing the desired area, but still the neck. the bear let out a roar of pain and left, but not before hitting edward and reopening his wound. edward gasped and collapsed on the ground face first, trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. not again!! at this rate im going back to the pound!!

Ciprianus had awoken when he felt the bear's presence, but felt no need to do anything. Edward had obviously been feeling guilty for being out of comission for so long. His body language was like an open book. But Ciprianus's decision was proving to be poor. Edward was still weak from his injury, and by the time he had driven the bear back it was reopened.

So much for an excellent stitching job, he thought, watching the half-wolf writhing on the ground in pain. With a sigh, he rose from his comfy spot, yet again, and trotted over to the wounded Edward, grumbling, These guys are like near-death experience magnets.

Ciprianus stopped right by Edward, gazing at the slow trickle of blood. It hadn't been completely reopened, but enough to be a nuisance. Normally, he would have let it close on its own, but he doubted the kid's body had regained enough strength to heal it own its own. Such menial tasks, he thought sourly, and put his nose to the wound, sealing it just enough so that it stopped bleeding. Then, like he had carried Damien, Ciprianus picked up Edward and deposited him right next to his dragon comrade.

Now, stop trying to get yourselves killed! he growled, wishing that he had the gift of speech. Of course, even if he did, they wouldn't have listened, and probably would've gotten up only ten minutes later to try and find some way to commit suicide again. The demon searched for his comfy spot again, but it was in vain. He settled for a mediocre patch of grass and settled down, glaring at the two in front of him. I'm not letting you move a muscle, he snarled, completely forgetting about his desire to sleep.