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Yawgmoth had fallen asleep on a single person chair by the fire a long time ago, and when Yawgmoth slept, he slept hard. Unless of course, the dream he feared the most entered his brain. His recurring nightmare that had never escaped from his brain. It was happening again. He began to stir a little, obviously still asleep. His face reddened with heat and he began a cold sweat that soon wet his red hair. Yawgmoth made a small groaning sound in his sleep. If one could only see his brain, and see what made him so afraid. The dream reached a climax and when it did Yawgmoth jerked awake with a mighty roar shoving his hand forward blowing up such an enormous blast of purple energy it ripped right through several tables and through the walls of the inn detonating into the distance with a light so bright the entire inside of the bar as well as the night sky was glazed with a deep purple light. Yawgmoth's fearful eyes were locked onto the hole as he panted, black steam rising from his palm, sweat dripping from his brow and fingertips. It was then he noticed he was not alone in the main room and his display had probably not gone unnoticed.

Yawgmoth grumped for a moment about her fixing everything. There was such beauty in destruction. More so then the fixed normal world. Yawgmoth was hot from his sweat and removed his shirt and stood up, as he did a series of beautiful black markings that resembled tattoos appeared over his body. From his fingers, to the backs of his hands, up his arms, to his shoulders even on his face and down his back and around his sides. His chest, his legs and feet and his stomach all coated over with one beautiful design. "It seems our subconscious Thran has woken up. Typical. It usually happens whenever we have that ******** dream." Yawgmoth said ignoring the markings and heading behind the bar. Despite their rather random appearance he did not seem overly concerned with their appearing leading any observer to believe this was clearly not the first time he had seen them. Yawgmoth grabbed the bottle of Ali's whiskey and knocked back a large shot before shivering and shaking his head. That woke him up at least.

Switching her path to follow Yawgmoth to the bar, she tilted her head and watched him. At first, she thought perhaps his magic was something relating to the magic that had been used to create and now bound Fox together. Given that he had placed some of his dark energy in the boy, perhaps some of the energy used to hold him together had gone in to Yawgmoth or perhaps there was something else at work like the magic that was part of Reeve. She again observed what seemed to be tattoos on him and felt compelled to ask; "The markings we see on you .. are Thran? What is Thran?"

Fox got a smile on his face whin Crow came in to the room. He hoped off of the coutch. His shirt still off as he rounded around the frunicher. Standing off to the side of the rest he waited for him to be needed some place.

Lisoning to the words that wher being spoken he got a confused look on his face. not eanting to spark up more words that he would not understand he desided not to ask what he ment.

"Ah, I understand. Thank you for explaining." she said genuinely. Noting that Crow had entered, she bobbed her head respectfully to her but chose not to say anything since it seemed she had a foul temper about something.

"Your growing soft." Her voice was firm yet sensual. "I see you falling away with every breath." She shook out her ebony hair then traced along several tattoos that had formed on his dark tanned skin. "Are you really strong enough to handle the dark queen?" Her eye's looked past him to Ziven. "I have my doubts." She focused on the girl as she spoke. "You bring me a gift that you cling to as if she were your lover." Her claws bit into his flesh, the flesh that only she could splice at will. "You fly off the handle in a jelious rage over Ana's son seeking solace in her arms." Now looking back into the depths of her husbands eyes she tightened the hold she had on him. "You claimed her as your very own....well....is she yours?" As she licked his blood from her claws she awaited his response.