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Spotting the clearing below, Kyuran slowly began to descend towards the earth. It was a spot where they were they would most likely be able to meet without being disturbed, so he could understand why they were asked to gather in such a place. Landing onto the ground lightly, he glanced about to see if any of the others were there just yet.

Not too far from where he had touched down was the one who called for the meeting. So with a small bow of acknowledgment, he stepped a little closer while still keeping an eye out for any other Painters that may be around.

"Quiet night..." he murmured to himself.

Grendel could contrive no properly scathing retort to what either of the dragons said, and decided instead to stay silent for some time. Thus far he was not overly impressed with the other two Painters, but they had yet to say anything completely moronic, so he supposed that he could tolerate them; for now.

Twitching his tail, he arched his neck and scanned the skies. Seeing no other incoming Painters – a vague disappointment if he admitted it to himself – he decided he just assume start the “meeting.”

“ Well, I guess you two know why we’re here. Seeing as how Qehj would prefer we refrain from needless chatter, I thought it best to go elsewhere to… get to know each other. I’m Grendel.” He hadn’t prepared a speech, so while most people would probably go one talking, he was done for the moment.

Nashwa moved to sit roughly an equal distance between the two males and a little further back so she could look at them when she spoke to them and to be able to look at which ever male would speak directly to her. She made herself comfortable, curling her tail lazily behind her. She nodded as each of the males said what they had to say.

"Fair enough. I'm Nashwa, or Nash, if you prefer it. I agree. We ought to get to know who we will be fighting along side. Now, either of you boys care to share, or do you want me to start things off?"

The slate gray female shifted her glowing feral gaze from Grendel to Kyuran and back. It may be a small gathering thus far, but she was going to enjoy herself.

Zin'carla arrived. Late as usual. She grumbled in her mind, taking care not to expose herself. But it was a lucky break since she hadn't missed anything.

She unfurled her wings, and then tucked them back in. The floor was open and it was a good time as any to make an impression.

"I, am Zin'carla," She started as her eyes rolled back into her head and closed, "Praise those who have found the right ways and follow the path of greatness! We will all bow before Qehj the Mighty, Harbringer of Darkness." When Zin'carla opened her eyes back up she found that she had bowed low, her belly and head nearly touching the ground.


No one will rival his power, and we will all scrape and scratch our ways to the top, no doubt, she thought.

A barely percieveably nod came to Kyuran. Naturally she wouldn't be the one to reveal her secrets first. Zin'carla made her way closer to the group, noting the others. Surely there were more than the ones before her. Wasn't there? She didn't really remember much in the cavern where she had met and had her mind enveloped by the great being that which was Qehj.

Bah, details. She waited for the others to resume.

“ No questions come to my mind just yet.” Grendel murmured, still somewhat distracted by the rather zealous female that had just arrived. Not being of a particularly expressive nature – or so his human said – Grendel could only just muster the will to nod his head in thanks to Nashwa for speaking.

“ Myself? I have collected a human female, puny and eccentric that goes by the dubbance of “Holy.” She, my den mate Sayuri, and I dwell in a collection of caves near the Falls. I have no family of which to speak.”

The first half-lie slid easily from betwixt his teeth. He had been forced to fend for himself for many years, Holy finding him injured just a year shy of being an adult. She nursed him back to health, so although he had no blood kin, he was rather fond of “his” little human.

“ I am realistic and joined the side I believed would be victorious. How can a fairy-man compete with he whom speaks in our minds?”

This last part was added more for his own health then anything, knowing well enough that those gathered here may posses the ability to read beneath what he was saying. Despite the possible trouble he may have just brought down upon himself, his stance remained unchanged and he watched the others with an unwavering stare; let them say what they would.

Zin'carla hissed softly, in her intake of breath as she listened. She weighed the thoughts of revealing her 'family' and the reactions, how much information that she would give.

"Only the strongest are attracted to the darkness to serve. And to gain power. That is why I embrace it and for meeting Qehj," She shivered as her eyes rolled in up. She seemed to be savoring something that she was thinking.

Oh great master! To be your acolyte is divine blessing.

Beginning again, "I live in a cave, in which was already occupied. Simpering human and sandpaint, of dirt color had taken the place which I scouted and left my marks." She seemed angry, at them but really it was her weakness of letting them stay in her beautifully gem studded cavern complex.

"But I suppose... One can not own a large place by oneself. Keh, they seem to wing away to Ki-something's camp. I plan to follow one day, to see the enemy and figure out what is going on. They don't realize my true nature."

The laugh that was emitted could raise the hair on the back of the neck, if sandpaints had any. Certainly Ginger, the human spoke of: would have reconsidered staying at the cave if she heard Zin'carla.