Welcome to Gaia! ::

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ａ xx ｈｅａｒｔ＇ｓxxａ xxｈｅａｖｙxx ｂｕｒｄｅｎ
xxxxx _________ xxxxxfate brought the two of us together

The incredible, fantastical, hysterical sorcerer Howl. Both him and his wife, Sophie, built up quite a name for themselves. The stern woman and comical man. In truth, they were the perfect pair. But this troupe was yet to be complete, even with the addition of Howl's long-time apprentice, Crowe. The boy had become a man under Mr. Pendragon's tutelage. Truthfully, became a wonderful wizard. Alas, there was still something missing. Howl's promise to a late Alexis Villalobos would be fulfilled, and done so ten-fold. For not only would he allow her to shape her world and magic naturally, as her parents intended, he would do so in shaping his own apprentice, as well.

Crowe and Piper would join together on a dangerous journey only the great wizard Howl could invent, one that would gather together their faults and cracks, and mend them into a story with a happy ending.

((Scene Change?))

Crowe stepped out of the darke ally way. Hints of darke magic swirled around his neck, and body. Darke magic swirled all around him. Crowe stared down at the dragon tattoo on his arm. It was like the rest of his clothes and hair; black. Crowe wasn't easy to spot, so he stepped out of the swirling darke misty magic. He trudged along towards the city. He stopped until he was in plain sight for all to see. The people who walked by eyed him suspiciously. Crowe stuck out like a sore thumb. He was for all to see.

Anyways, today was the day the great Howl would meet Crowe. The one who was so dangerous, as in to who Howl would be meeting. Poor Howl, having to deal with a quiet one who doesn't really speak. Well, at least Howl will teach Crowe self control over magic. All magic, can be dangerous, especially darke magic, and especially when it's out of control.

Crowe looked up at the clock tower to the town. Crowe counted the minutes, seconds. And every second, Crowe began to worry. Worry that he would hurt someone. Worried that he would be feared for the rest of his life due to his magic. Crowe's head began swirling with thoughts of worry. Howl, was there to teach Crowe how to grasp his magic though.

Crowe smiled in his eyes and nodded. It made him look faithful above all things. Well, should he have lied or told the truth? Truth seemed more accurate than as into telling a lie. Maybe, the truth would've been better in a case of this, but even if so, how, to tell of the truth?
"Ah...yes Howl, your a tad late as always. But yes, I got here an hour early as I suspected I would. And, if this surprise is redying my hair to pink again...count me out." Crowe replied calmly. He shook his head a tad to flick his bangs away. Crowe replied trying to attempt humour. Crowe, was not great at humor shall we say, and he may as well never have been. Oops I suppose? Crowe than looked up at the figure above them. Crowe could sense the soul presence of the girl. The black mist grew thicker around him and Howl. Crowe then looked at Howl regaining a serious impression in his face and eyes.
"Howl, there's a girl spying. Shall I rid of her?" He asked Howl roughly. Crowe was becoming more aware of the figure. She wouldn't cause harm, right?

Crowe narrowed his eyes keenly to what Howl had said. Crowe, was not all that patient, and god bless whoever who knows that Crowe doesn't like most people. With Crowe, unfortunately, he takes the "mostly abandoned society" to a new level of madness. Crowe was tempted to whisk Howl's hand away, but instead delivered a message to Howl through the eyes, that Crowe wasn't a kid anymore, and he was much different now that he had a tad more control.
Crowe listened to every twist and turn of Howl's conversation with Piper. Crowe seemed cool and collected, but on the inside he wasn't sure about her. And, Piper's magic seemed more...different. Less heavy, and easier to carry with you while not having the chance of a bitter fate. He liked this part about Piper, and noted such about her.
When Howl asked Crowe the question, Crowe's heart lifted lightly. So she liked animals too? You may consider it strange, but despite his deathly appearance, he was a creampuff sometimes deep inside. Crowe may be cruel, but his heart overrules him, and his consciousness keeps him in check. Crowe nodded at Howl allowing a ghost of a smile appear on his highly-pokerface. He nodded to Howl as in to agree.
"Nature can be a cruel, yet beautiful thing...so as long as you don't force anything upon Mother Nature, then it varries on how she feels about us all." Crowe replied stating his somewhat strange and quirky opinion bold(ish?)ly. Crowe then glanced at Piper, pretending not to care for a split few seconds, until of course the truth came out. Crowe nearly choked on air. Just the way itself that Howl suggested, made it shocking. Well, there was the surprise.
"And it is a pleasure to meet you Ms.Piper. I may have not a clue as to how thy great Howl will fare with us both, but hopefully, in the end we won't drive one another insane." Crowe replied as he took Piper's handshake. Crowe peered at Howl through his bangs with the corners of his eyes. Well, Crowe shouldn't fully unpack when he get's there! ((So what he thinks...))

Crowe was reluctant to Piper's offer; he had other plans. But Crowe didn't want to seem rude to her. But still, curiousity edged around his mind, and his expression seemed emotionless. He attempted a smile, but he couldn't do it. He was too used to grim atmospheres, and even if Piper put him in a good mood, not many would be able to tell. His grip enclosed tightly around his suitcase handle, and some of his muscles tightened. He looked into Piper's eyes.

"I am alright, but thank you for the offer." He replied calmly. At least, his grimness wasn't horribly...bad. Maybe he was in a good mood. It was hard to tell, but even for him. He supposed she would be fun to mess with. He hummed a very faint tune, and a black little pixie appeared. Crowe whispered quietly to it. The pixie squealed back excitedly. Then the pixie's darke magic swirled around him, making him look like a black phoenix. Except, he was a darke dragon.

Crowe figured that by being polite in a sense, was to let Piper lead the way. After all, Crowe didn't have the slightest as into a clue, of where their destination remained. He grabbed the suit case by his beak, and followed Piper. Truthfully, he was watching Piper and testing her in a sense. He made it along to the Pendragon estate, but he had to turn back to his proper form, due to people's unnecessary gawking. He quickly scuttled along.

When they got there he nodded a greeting to Howl and Sophie. His eyes were a little more enlightened, suggesting, that he agreed silently, to Howl that everything so far, should seem okay. Crowe silently, and breathlessly chuckled in his head. These were some interesting people. Especially, seeing how he was much different as supposed to...well, all of them. He supposed, that however he would fair living with them, may as well be enjoyable.

Crowe nodded to Howl, and followed, still clutching his suitcase tightly. He looked up at the ((empty?)) room. He was going to live here. He somehow, planned to. He would just paint his room later, to a black, or a darke blue. His amber eyes lit up, but ever so slightly.

He came down reluctantly. He looked a little surprised at Sophie. No one has ever, done something like this before, that he has witnessed. He sat down with them his eyes turning into a goldish colour. He then, shockingly, lightened up and smiled a bit.
"I'm alright with any of this. Thank you~. I don't believe I know you're name?" He replied calmly. Well, the strangely heavy atmosphere was still there lurking around Crowe, but he seemed to be a bit better. He was extremely grateful. Where he came from on the streets, you ate what you had. And none of it, was probably even good. Half of it, made everyone sick. But here...was much different for Crowe. This place, he was in...may change his life a little bit. And to Crowe, every little amount of help, would help him.

He wanted to laugh at the way Sophie acted. His eyes shot a reply at Howl, apologizing, and reminded him, that he had greeted Howl in the same way when they first met, and it ended up with a similar mood. His eyes shot another message, that he'd make this interaction up later.

Crowe laughed under his breath. He then held up a his pointer finger under the table, and also reminded Howl, that last time, Crowe could've snapped at him. Crowe's amber eyes turned back to amber, and his serious mood turned back. He then whispered silently to Piper. "And now, at least we know to prepare for the craziest sessions Howl could throw at us..."

Crowe felt a little bad, so he silently called the little darke pixie from earlier. He whispered something to it. It nodded enthusiastically, and made it look like the pixie, had come from nowhere, and made it seem it wanted to be helpful. He silently applauded himself, and smiled a mysterious smile. Oh, what a silent act that would help out. He felt proud of himself. The pixie glowed with a black light, and it chimed cheerfully to Sophie in greeting.

He followed Howl and Piper humming a eerie tune. He smirked at the door. He went inside with Piper. He wasn't too shocked at the turn of events that Howl pulled off. That, was Howl alright. Seeing Piper beginning to fall worried him. He wasn't so worried about himself, because he knew either way, he would suffer a minor injury. But...Piper? He didn't know.
"Alexsmith!" He called quietly.
"Mo chara Alexsmith, le do thoil, ag an am seo, treoir a thabhairt dom trí bhás, agus lig dom cabhrú Piper ..." He whispered quickly. The pixie's darke light shimmered brightly. Crowe was in darkeness....heck! He was darkeness. He, was a pitch black shadow. And we all know how shadows work. Wings spread out of his back, still in shadow form. He dived down, grabbed Piper by the wrist, and now, they were airborne, and Crowe was flying. He looked down at Piper. He wanted to ask Piper, if she was alright, but shadows couldn't talk.

Why? Why did he drop her? He quickly managed to crash to the ground. The flowers were beginning to make Crowe agitated, and not only that, but Piper's anger escalated his anger too. The shadow blared red and looked like fire. The red shadow stood next to Howl and Piper giving the room a new temperature. The flowers beneath them shriveled a little. Crowe was really mad. Really mad. Not at Howl, nor at Piper. It was something like, he was mad that Piper was in danger. The birds, were different. This, was another level.

Crowe shook his shadowy red figure, and forced himself to walk away. He half crumpled to the ground in slight pain as he turned normal again. What was he thinking? Crowe shook his head, and let his body collapse to the floor, his breath was ragging, and what anyone could see his skin was red. He closed his eyes trying to fight his anger. He ended up punching the floor roughly. He stood back up, and walked back over. With all of this, he turned emotionally normal.
"For the love of lord Howl..." He began his voice sounding annoyed.
"Never," He began forcing himself to calm down more, and pushing down the wanting to slap him.
"Do that again..." Crowe whispered the last part.