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Demon growled as he looked over at his sister for a moment... mares.... he rolled his eyes. In many ways it was hard being the only boy in the bunch. His mother taught them... if you could class what she did as teaching, more like torture at times.... though he supposed that wasn't entirely true now was it? After all.... he had been tortured by the Blood-Queen. His body was still only just recovering. Marked with scars that revealed what he had been forced to do for over a year. Fight for his life.

Demon was no longer a colt... but nor was he a true man. He was in that awkward stage in between.... and for some reason had sought out his 'family'. Fathom's question rang in his ears; So, what did that to you? As if it was that simple. "Drop it." He growled before looking away. Sure, he felt something towards his sister... she was of his flesh and blood after all; that didn't mean they always got along, but then again who expected Kalona siblings to? Especially with their Dragon ancestry.

In an effort to distract Fathom from his new scars and marks and chains since they had last been together instead he asked; "So little sister, what have you been doing while I was... away." He was careful not to let her know about what had happened. Fear still gripped Demon that Lana'thel or one of her minions would seek him out and destroy him or worst.. drag him back to that terrible place of blood, sweat and hatred. He wrinkled his nose at the memory of the scent of his own blood. Oh, how he hated it.

He closed his eyes for a moment to erase the pain that lingered with his thoughts... it was useless going there. He was a Kalona. One the strongest and most deadly breeds on the planet. He would NOT let this make him weak... no.... it would make him stronger! The determination shone through his glowing white eyes as he looked to the sky. It seemed a storm was brewing.

"You're a big girl." He grumbled, really not wanting to go into the torture and the capture... it was embarassing for one, and the fact that he had cried and begged for death after he had escaped and got trapped in a tree... well, she would never discover that. "And lets forget it... I'm back now, that's all that matters."

Demon knew all too well the lessons their mother had taught them, a kalona who was weak was not worthy of life... and he couldn't help but believe that what had happened to him made him weak, even if he had fought for his life on a daily basis and survived. Though despite it all he suspected that Fathom would have issued a death sentance, may even have kept his horrible secret... but he could not risk it yet.

Suddenly rain started to pound down, droplets so thick and heavy that as they struck his injuried flesh he couldn't help but wince slightly. There was such force behind each droplet that they even managed to displace the hard cold earth beniethe their feet.... he looked up, Demon had never seen the sky look that angry before... had never seen rain that large before.... "I..." have a bad feeling. Was what he had been about to say, but again he didn't want to come across as weak. A kalona with feelings... Ha!

"Lets get out of this rain before we're pounded to death." He grumbled as his eyes started to look for a place to shelter.... the problem? They appeared to be on a hill and except for a few thin scraggly trees nothing seemed suitable. Great, his day was going from bad to worst.

Demon had come to the same conclusion, even as his body felt tender and sore. Still, now was not the time to linger.... "Agreed." He said, his eyes already planning which way they should go. "Uphill." He said the answer out loud, if they trees would not provide shelter they would have to travel uphill, it would give them the best advantage against the constant spray of the storm and make it less likely that they get seperated or washed away.

"Come Fathom," His voice dripped with dominance even as he already knew his sister would follow. There was no time to waste. As he hooves struck the ground he started to run, speed would be needed... especially if they had any hope of out running the storm. He was too tender to fly. His wings torn and bleeding from their recent abuse.

The rain had started coming down faster, harder. Slapping against his pelt so hard it would have made him whimper had he not become used to pain from his constant torture. The path before him became blurred as the rain became so heavy he could see nothing else beyond a wall of rain. "Great..." He hissed, looking to check where Fathom was... thankfully she had stuck relatively closer... but now they had a problem. "STAY CLOSE." He called to her through the pounding rain. Demon had a feeling... they would only survive whatever was going to befall them tonight if they were together.

Demon hated relying on anyone else.... but at least this was only his sister.