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"When you put it that way .." she paused for a moment. Her mind rolled over a jumble of thoughts. Her posture continued to gain slack as the conversation moved forward. The smile melted from her face, now holding only a neutral expression. "I suppose it is simply selfish desire to make my dreams a reality. I want someone to love and I want that someone to love me back. It seems so simple yet it clearly is not."

With a soft sigh, she headed for the bar. Since there was no way she could reply to him tonight, she would go on with her day.

In a quiet field away from all living things a bright purple light illuminated the night sky. The source of the light? Why Yawgmoth of course. His aura of dark powers expanded outward casting the glow and a radiant pressure of his energy being exerted. Yawgmoth stood gathering the energy to try something he had not actually used since it was bestowed upon him. An unconscious fear had set in over it and he figured he would try it now, without others around. Closing his crimson eyes he concentrated harder to prepare his body for what was about to happen. The aura around his person grew brighter and brighter by the second. Opening his eyes suddenly the words escaped his lips. "Burning Rage!" he exclaimed, calling for the first time upon the gift given to him by the red Ur-Dragon, Darigaaz the Igniter.

A violent burst of energy flooded Yawgmoth and all control he had over himself faded in an instant. The purple aura around him darkened until it was a very deep set purple that was almost black in parts. The radiating energy was so intense that it would easily make those sensitive to such things sick just by being around it. It was not that it was large, it was that it was large and so concentrated into such a small area. So concentrated was it, that in fact the very tan skin on Yawgmoth's body was burning. It was actually causing him to bleed from the pores on his skin slowly then using the vast boost it gave his body seal the wound once more with his rapid healing that was now enhanced by the power and then rip the wound open again. The crimson lights in his eyes did not dim out to black as most people were used to them doing when he was angry they instead slowly changed over into a very bright violet color that shone through the aura. The pain of his skin and the toll it was taking on his body wasn't registering anymore as his brain had slipped away from him. He was now nothing more than a mindless beast that just happened to possess an unimaginable amount of power in his concentrated space.

Rearing his head back a deathly roar that sounded like a chorus of a thousand demons screaming together in fury erupted from his lungs filling the night sky with its hideous sound. Birds in the nearby forest instantly scattered from the trees rushing away from him. Yawgmoth gritting his teeth simply waved his arms forward in fury releasing energy like an attack. As he did a massive wave of dark purple energy comprised of the very same darkness Yawgmoth was known for blew forth taking the forest over like a tidal wave. As the energy burned out it revealed the effects of its utter destruction. Charred blackened earth lay all around and all signs of life that had been crushed under the wave of darkness were eradicated. Letting loose another screaming roar of anger Yawgmoth began to move taking just three steps forward before the sickening aura around him, the energy outup, and everything ceased and he collapsed onto the grass below, both fresh and dried blood covering his entire body from head to toe.

By the time Skyeheart had arrived the majority of the wounds over Yawgmoth's skin had sealed shut again leaving the stain of dry crimson blood along his body. Consciousness had not set in and if Skye ever had the perfect opportunity to off Yawgmoth for his own gain this was it. There was, however, one small detail. The powers of darkness had sensed Skye's approach, and Yawgmoth's utter mastery of their element controlled them even in his unconscious state. Tendrils of black slithered out of his skin as if he were growing them like limbs from his back and sides. The tendrils made slight hissing noises as they whipped in Skye's direction like a wounded animal attempting to ward off potential predators. They would try to protect their host so long as there was a source of power to grow from and feed off of to keep them alive.

The tendrils too backed off. They had no more need to snap at Skye if he were moving back not threatening their master. A groan came from Yawgmoth's lips and he slowly came to. The effects of Darigaaz's burning rage had taxed him to be sure, but not to a draining point. His body has purposely shut down to avoid such a thing. This did not mean however, that every muscle in his body did not ache because boy did they. Each tendon in his body felt like it was on fire. The tendrils had to help when he pushed his hands on the ground and tried to stand. It was clear that despite his regaining consciousness and standing he was weak. Very weak. Crimson eyes turned sharply however to Skye once his brain snapped to it and realized the dragnewt was there. "Sorry to disappoint you by waking Skye. Just did miss your shot at removing us from this place." Yawgmoth taunted. One had to give Yawgmoth credit in the arrogance category. His was beyond anyone's to be sure. Even in such a weakened state he dared to mock Skye despite the fact that Skye could very easily defeat and finish him where he stood. "What are you doing here anyway? We thought we came to a locale void of life." Yawgmoth inquired. His legs were shaking under him every few seconds trying to hold up his weight. The tendrils pushed against the ground as added support for his near three hundred pound body.

Yawgmoth scoffed for a moment. "It was a gift. A gift from the Ur-Dragon Darigaaz. We have had this gift since calling in our favor to them all. We have just never used his yet. We were testing it. And as you noted the results are less than pleasing for us. Darigaaz's gift involves some massive energy output on a cellular level that increases our powers far beyond anything we could ever do on our own even at our maximum output. This of course, carries risks. And apparently" Yawgmoth said looking himself over to see the stains of blood where just the energy itself had torn his skin open in places. "It has more risks than benefits at the moment."

Yawgmoth was intrigued by Skye's reaction by the mention of Darigaaz The Igniter. "No. We are standing our own for the time. Rest will be required yes. Assistance will not. But before you run off, why did you look so wrapped in thought at the mention of Darigaaz The Igniter?" Yawgmoth tilted his head for a moment. "You are dragonkin so we believe you know of Darigaaz without actually knowing. Before the days of Tiamit, before the days of another dragon we have heard you mention, Bahamut there was only one. The Great Ur-Dragon. From his blood all dragons were bore forth. So the legend goes. Darigaaz, his two brothers and two sisters are the only five direct bloodline descendants of this great Ur-Dragon left roaming the universe. Sound familiar at all?" Yawgmoth said as a few of the tendrils holding him up regressed into his body. It was now taking more effort to maintain the tendrils then it was to stand up so they were no longer necessary.