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It would seem that it was time for him to play the waiting game, a game that he found himself rather infuriated with. He was told that, given his recent exploits against those Ysali that he'd been given a chance to meet with Lord Draco, something he was quite excited about. The only problem being that it wasn't something he'd be able to do straight away, instead he had to wait for a certain date, having been given a sort of appointment with the man. He knew that he was busy, he was leading their people after all, but that did stop him from being impatient. After all it had been decided that, if he went to Draco and the man accepted the orbs that Merikh had collected from the Ysali then he would be allowed to get a real weapon. Sure, his grandfather's dagger was amazing, but at the same time it was a ceremonial piece. It wasn't as strong as say his Mother's sword and as such he knew he wouldn't be able to fight a war with it. So many things to look forward to but for the moment he wasn't doing any of that, he wasn't even able to train today or hunt dragons.

"Ugh, this is so damn boring. I can think of so many things that I would rather be doing right now." He muttered under his breath. The only upside was that he was given permission to explore on his own. There were rules of course, boring ones, that said that he couldn't go too far outside of the city, he wasn't allowed to go after dragons alone, no talking to strangers, no picking fights, and several other rules that his Mom had made up that were supposed to keep him safe. They were things that he understood but still found to be a bit on the annoying side if only because it cut down on the number of things he was allowed to do at the moment. True freedom would come when he had proven himself enough to both his parents and his Lord that he was able to take on the new rank of Adept. Until then he was to follow the rules laid out before him. He'd add gaining that rank to the growing list of things he was looking forward to.

For the moment though he supposed that he would take what he could get, that being getting to explore, there wasn't a whole lot that he hadn't just just outside of the city but still something was better then nothing when it came to exploring. Perhaps he'd find some more Oblivionite apprentices? It would be useful for sure, to see who it was that he would be fighting alongside in the future, provided of course that they were worth a damn. Not as if he'd put his life in the hands of a bunch of poorly trained commoners he thought to himself. If they weren't at least as dedicated as Merikh himself with someone like his Mother Mellony to train them then he just wasn't interested. Still, he'd give them a chance, they might end up fighting alongside him one day or, better yet, fighting under him as his soldiers. He could go for a good title, one that allowed him to lead his fellows into battle against those worthless Orderites birds or the cowardly Dovaa. Either way was fine by him!

Merikh jerked his head up, turning from side to side as he heard a voice calling out to him, before he wrinkled his nose, "Feh, she sounds like an idiot." He said, not sure who was talking to him, who her mother was, but he couldn't care less about either of them. If he had to guess she was probably someone that didn't live in the city, some country bumpkin, and not the sort that he was looking for that much was certain. If she wanted to skulk about the shadows like a weirdo he would leave her to it he decided, glancing from side to side, looking for something interesting to do when he spotted a little bouken.

Oooo, nice! Giving a grin he started forward toward the fluffy little thing at a slow, sneaky pace, reaching toward him, wanting to see if he would be able to scoop it up. That was until that voice spoke up again, this time it seemed that the girl was trying to pick a fight with him. Standing up right he looked around from side to side, then back toward the voice, "I don't know about you but my parents don't keep me on a leash." Yes, there were rules to abide by but that didn't mean that didn't mean that the stalker needed to know that. Then again that weirdo didn't need to know anything, did she? What if she were some sort of danger? A lure to draw him away from the city or something of similar nature? He'd heard a lot of warnings all his life from his mothers, best that he didn't just follow after the weirdo since he felt he would likely be running right into danger.

Instead he turned away from her voice, turning his attention back to the bouken, "Maybe you aught to run back to your mommy, I can't say I am interested in... whatever it is that you are plotting." He told the disembodied voice, taking a couple steps forward so scoop the little rodent up into his hands, grinning down at it before he started petting it, "Well now, aren't you cute?"

Merikh blinked then burst out laughing, "Now that was a most impressive comeback, please, allow me a moment to recover from the wound your words gave me." He told the girl in a tone that dripping with sarcasm. It was obvious now that the girl had to be of common birth, she didn't seem all that sharp to him if that was the extent of her witticisms. He would probably get better conversation out of the bouken that he'd capture he thought to himself, giving the fluffy creature a scratch under the chin. Even the wild ones were cute he thought to himself, wishing that he could bring it home with him but somehow he doubted that his mothers would allow it. No pets until he'd proven himself responsible they'd said, which was also their reasoning behind why he wasn't allowed to have a Drakein of his own as of yet.

Turning his head when he heard the voice yell to 'come back here' he found himself wondering if she was talking to him... that was until he saw the small, dragon like creature that was coming rushing toward him. A Fae dragon? He'd only heard of those! How lucky that he would get to see one he thought to himself, turning around so that he could face the creature, a smile on his face, and he lifted a hand to reach out toward it, welcoming the creature in a manner that he hadn't welcomed the girl.

A moment later though the one that had been taunting him to this point made herself known and his dark eyes went rather wide, his whole body going stiff. This girl, something about her, even at a glance, it was wrong. It took a moment but it finally clicked in his mind and he couldn't help but to stare, a bit of shock going through him. A hybrid? Here? Given her breeding and the fact that he hadn't heard of her meant that she couldn't live in the city, right? The way she talked, the impression he had of her being from the country, did that mean that she was kept away from others? As it should be but still, what was she doing here now? So many questions. Merikh released the bouken, letting it scurry off before he turned his attention back to her and said, "What is something like you doing so close to Soudul? You know that if anyone sees you they will put you down." He told her, nose wrinkling a little.

Merikh starred at the girl, then snorted, "No, I meant exactly what I said." The boy crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a once over, taking in her reasoning for being in the area. She was here to learn about plants and the hastar? Seemed like a silly reason to be running around such a dangerous place as this one but he would accept it. What came next actually had him laughing, "Maybe fight a young dragon if mommy lets you? I wonder if something as puny as you could do that." He mused to himself, not really sure. He heard only the worst things about those with mixed blood after all, he wasn't even sure if she could handle a dragon... though he supposed that it wasn't really his business though if she gotten eaten up by the dragons in the area.

When the girl announced suddenly that she didn't want to die he gave a bit of a snort, "Then why come so close to Soudul? Surely you must have known that you wouldn't be welcome here." He said, finding it odd that an unwanted creature would actually venture so close to a massive city full of those who hated her kind. Seemed weird to him but oh well, not his problem, "Hm?" He tilted one head to the side, then lifted an eyebrow. Her father was like him? An Oblivionite? He blinked a couple time, "Your father is like me? Interesting." So her father was some sort of traitor to his kind, huh? Leaving them so that they could could be with a foreigner, have a child with one, a Dovaa of all things if he had to guess given the horns. What a waste he thought to himself, not quite understanding it, why one of their kind would stoop as low as that.

The girl suddenly produced his bare hands announcing that she hadn't hurt anyone, that she didn't even have a weapon, and he couldn't help but to shrug a shoulder, "That is your problem. If you just stand around doing nothing, crying about not wanting to die, it will be all that much easier to end you." He said, then gave a little grin, moving a hand to let it hover over the ceremonial dagger that was sheathed at his side, "Should I? It might bring me some prestige in the eyes of Lord Draco and the Dark Lady Soudana, both of which I would only be too happy to impress." It was tempting.

Merikh gave the weird looking girl a long look, then snorted, "I highly doubt that he is that sharp if he ran off with a non-Oblivionite woman." He said, feeling that his blood, his people, they were the superior ones. They were the ones that were going to take the world, not the light cursed Orderite or those cowardly Dovaa. Giving the girl a once over, taking in those horns especially, made him certain that her mother was Dovaa. It was such a waste of a good warrior who should be making powerful Oblivionite children, not little mix breed misfits. Still, it wasn't really his business what that guy did, so long as he didn't show his face around the Obsidian City. While there was that curious part of him that wondered what might happen to such a traitor he decided not to spend too much time thinking on it, not when more important things were on hand that he could deal with.

"Hm? Rooted in place? Hardly! I am a warrior in training, I am going to be the same sort of hero that my grandfather and mothers are one day. It won't be long now, I am already battling dragons with nothing but a dagger." He said in an arrogant manner. If he could take down dragons with a dagger just imagine what he could do when he had a real weapon.

A little jolt went through Merikh as the girl suddenly asked him a rather strange question, one that had him starring at her, before he snorted, "I can tell your worth even without eyes like you have." He said, crossing his arms over his chest he then said, "As for why we don't have them... well, it makes sense why she won't let you know. Not like she wants you to be afraid of your dad or something." He waved a hand at her in a lazy manner, "Best that I don't say, you will just cry I'm sure." Bad enough that he had to deal with some strange girl, he didn't want to deal with a teary one.

"Eh?" The look on Merikh's face was a somewhat surprised one, his eye holes getting rather wide, before he gave her a look, "You don't know who they are? Where in the name of our Dark Lady do you live? Under a rock?"" He demanded of her before he said, "And her name is is Soudana! Geez..." What kind of naive idiot was he dealing with here?! She didn't even know how to pronounce Soudana's name right! The urge to kill her for prestige had passed but the desire to thump her on the head was alive and kicking.

"Pft, if anyone here is ignorant it's you! You don't even know something as simple and basic as why your dad doesn't even have eyes. I'd say that is pretty pathetic on your part." He said, sticking his tongue out at her. Stupid girl, as though he wouldn't know the answer to something so simple, especially given the fact that he had been born an Oblivionite, "I bet you haven't been told because they don't think you are mature enough to handle knowing what your father really is." He said, grinning a bit more as he taunted her.

It was a grin that faltered though when she said that the Dark Lady was his mother, "My... mother? Only in the sense that she created the Oblivionites." He said, figuring that since she was the one that made their race that she was, in a manner of speaking, the mother of them all. Still, it wasn't at all like what she was guessing, "My mothers are two other women entirely, as for what they call me it's Merikh." He doubted that the Dark Lady really called him anything at the moment but he hoped one day to get strong enough that she might actually know his name. Even if it wasn't one that because as well known as Lord Draco's name just to be known by his people would be amazing if you asked him.

Merikh gave a snort, "Shows you how much you know... which from everything you have said is jack. We get wings as we grow, as well as a tail, a third eye, and various other features that make us far more amazing then any of the other pathetic races. You father probably has them cause he's an old man and your twin cause he's a freak like you." Though he'd never heard of a baby having wings before, not even a Dovaa baby, why the heck would he have wings so young unless... surely not? Naw! That would mean that this girl was a mix of all of the races and that idea was one that was just too weird for him to even consider. Surely she wasn't that big a weirdo, right?

"Wait, what? Prove it? Why should I have to prove myself to you? You aren't even allowed to hunt dragons. What, am I supposed to stand here and wait for you while you ask your mommy for permission?" He asked of her, wishing he had eyes that he could roll at her.