Birth of a vampiric paradise!

As Jahhar and Sabata ventured through the jungle, a wave of red flashed through the lush green, changing it all to dark red. The tangy smell of the metals found in blood filled Jahhar's nose. Jahhar felt his mental "normality" creaking like a decaying tree being blown in the wind. Jahhar's breathing quick and light, like some drug addict suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Yet, even as battle was waged in Jahhar's mind and body, he continued onward, Sabata by his side.

Sabata wasn't as bothered by the blood, but that was mostly related to the fact that he had enjoyed a meal earlier that night. Rather, Sabata's mind lingered on different matters. Who would make a haven for vampires? Why would they do such a thing? A trap or a bribe?... Sabata ran his fingers over the handle of his gun. He heard Jahhar's quick breathing. As time ticked by, both siblings would both be forced to accept their more feral side.

Jahhar stopped walking. The jungle stopped and there was a clearing with a lake. Two dragons could be seen. Jahhar chewed on his lower lip, spilling bits of blood into his mouth.
"Sit down," ordered Sabata to Jahhar. Jahhar did as Sabata asked. Sabata watched forest the two dragons near the lake. The figures couldn't have been more than 30 feet away. Jahhar didn't seem to pay any attention, as his mind wrestled itself all the more fiercely.

 

Celeste looked around the lake, as though distracted by all the red. Her large yellow eyes sparkled with the look of glory of this place. She wondered who, or more of WHAT, had done this. Not like it would be much good information to her. She didn't want information. She wanted money...and blood, although that didn't occupy her, yet. She wanted to find someone else, to ASK about this.
Her ears twitched as she heard someone speaking nearby. She turned her gaze over to this one person.
"Hmm..." she said simply "Hello. Any idea what this is? I had a feeling something happened around here...Any info you got?" She asked this in a simple tone of voice, almost scarily calm, although she sounded like she could snap a temper at any second.
She twisted some of her braided hair in her fingers, giving a light impression that she was distracted, but, if you paid attention, you would notice she was very alert.
She had been used to working undercover, only revealing herself to those whom she had grown to trust. Even her vampirism was a secret...especially to those close to her. And she wasn't about to show it to someone. Especially not here, a place where she didn't even know what was wandering, or the kinds of people. She shifted her gaze slightly back to the person over there, boreing it in, as if sizing up.

"Well? Any answers?" With that, she sat back down, watching the dark fluid with an almost awestruck wonderance.

 

Shadow watched intently, waiting to hear those all important words from Sieben. Who? Finally the master looked at him, and even blessed Shadow with a gentle grin and a taloned paw. Taking the paw with a careful almost invisible touch, his Own white eyes gazed as his master shook his head in good spirits.

They both came to see Tvim on the couch still somewhat drunk though she was sobering up from the blood. Her more reserved welcome from before was still ringing in his ears. His right ear swivelled to take in the masters voice.

Tvim was his...first

But it was fair he supposed - Tvim had known the master longer - and shadow had only met him once, he was lucky to be the second. A taloned paw rested on his shoulder, rubbing it as though he understood Shadows' pain... Maybe he did? Or could he feel that yearning from him - the part that so desperately wanted to play the favourite. Then again Shadow was the only male favourite so far... which meant Sieben saw something in his mixed blood. Could the ancient see his real self - the magicks etched into his fur? Telling him what he really was...

The sharpened paw drew away from his shoulder, and shadow found himself following after him loyally, forgetting about his earlier anger and confusion about those in the living world.

Khumdap, who had been lapping up some of the pooling blood, trotted beside shadow, nuzzling his black paw lovingly as they both stood a little distance away. The huge wings of bone amazed the black arden, but the chains - he feared... His ears fled to his skull as they pressed hard against his shock of hair.

The beautiful moon was covered with a dark haze taking another of his loves from his eyes. The last of the green grass and the the swaying flowers was engulfed in seconds, leaving behind a mass of blood and flesh in its place. The bright white moon shone once again but know in the tones of blood casting the eerie glow of red over the stone buildings.

The Coal coloured ears twitched forward taking in the view around him with hungry eyes. But he would resist - only take what he needed - not to gorge.

where do we all live, my master?

Shadow whispered, taking a few brave steps closer so he could be heard. HIs dear feline had taken to Sieben to, for she meowed in response to the sigh that the old vampire had.

 

Celeste stared. It was a cold, piercing stare that would give any normal person chills. And it usually did.

"Whats the purpose of it? What does it serve to people?" She asked. Seemed she had gotten a desire to learn more.

"Whats more, who is Sieben? He sounds like a mildly interesting person, if he created this"

She wondered, how many people would come here? How many more people would notice this?

"How many more people will notice this? It's...really quite amazing..." She asked under her breath. Just the place alone was really quite inspiring.

Then, she remembered her manners. "Oh, if you want to call me anything, you, call me 'C' for now, alright?" She said lightly, as though she didn't want the person to hear her, or that she was just sick of talking. After all, she didn't talk much. She looked over, waiting to see if the other would answer.

 

The Vampiric Poltergeist had never left the continent of Vivuli before; it was untouched territory as far as he cared. But what care he had for the occupants of any new land he found was rather non-existent, at best. Keeping the horizon locked in sight, his peripheral vision consumed the ocean unfurling before him and scanned every inch of the sky for any 'dragon trying to intercept him. It all seems quite paranoid, but Ivumo hadn't slept well again - reliving his past, trying to disassociate himself from the beast inside. With each attempt, it merely came back stronger. For Ivumo, he could behave normally and not devour anything. Then again, he could snap and just love tearing things up to hear the tissue rip, slowly, and hear the bones crack in places which kept his victims alive. "Dreaming", if you could honestly call it that, meant he'd be the one suffering from all the torment he'd inflict in a bizarre, unrelenting, "What comes around goes around" circle. When that happened (invariably, every night without fail) he'd need to vent some pent up aggression. That used to happen in a form of "sleep walking". Or maybe "sleep stalking" is more accurate. Now, he was conscious the whole time, aware of everything he did and only regret it after, like being segregated from his brain to watch merely from the portals of his scarlet, swirling discs. It gave him some pleasure to watch the 'dragons scream and contort, but he knew it'd come back on him later.

From the shades of aqua, the ocean tainted an odd shade of purple, then into a deep, rich, royal red. Following the scent onwards, a cold air denoted a boundary, through which Ivumo burst, colliding with the red mist. A hazy, black outline of a shore only showed up because of pinky froth lapping against the land. Ivumo slowed to a halt; his wings thrusting downwards a few times a minute to keep him aloft; staring through the stationary particles to the ground below, a number of various shades appeared to crawl across the surface of this manufactured land. However, endeavouring to discern precisely between two objects was near impossible...

That scent of fresh blood infected his lungs again, with a greater, more stalwart after-taste, gripping with diamond incisors to the inner lining, and imbedding itself into the marrow of his ribcage. He could feel it trying to overpower him, like a fatal virus gone untreated for years, gradually shutting you down and taking over to do its own bidding.

Releasing a terse snarl, curling back his upper lip on the right hand side of his maw, then snorting hard to expel whatever mist he could from his lungs - denying passage into his system, Ivumo dropped his stance into a guided descent, peeling through the atmospheres, feeling it weigh on his fur in tar-like fashion, trying to drag him down faster. Nevertheless, for the added weight, nothing could have caused Ivumo's massive wings to buckle and allow his frame to plummet. Touching down, his right paw first, followed soon after by his left, in a heavy, resonating thud, the silken black plants around and about swayed rebelliously with the sudden rush of air enforced upon their feeble, thin stems, rocking to and fro for a moment, until resting back in their natural positions. Ivumo's wings dropped close to the ground, before snapping back on themselves and locking against the middle of his back, as they should.

Cautious discs surveyed this immense new land, aiming to pick out the faintest movement from as far away as possible, besides the flora. He tried his utmost to ignore the strange smell of this blood. All he'd ever had, now tasted like third class quality; suppressing the notion, the crimson Vampiric Poltergeist heavily stalked a path over the sharp undergrowth, crushing the life with each step, leaving unnoticed imprints behind him. Yet, with no idea what was here - apart from the near overwhelming taste of blood - Ivumo kept his posture prepared to take flight in case he needed some space, before, of course, dismembering whatever crossed his path with mal-intention.


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<span style='color:skyblue'>Elegantly sprinting through narrow passages between the enormous trees, hardly disrupting the powdery soil beneath her paws, Shanu's body slunk into her quadrupedal form - which felt peculiar wearing jeans and a tank top. Her dark purple belt nearly ripped apart from the strain of changing forms like that, in mid stride. Still, it didn't bother her much.</span>

<span style='color:white'>I don't want to trip again. Not at this speed.</span><span style='color:skyblue'> Was her only thought. Ducking low to avoid the hazards of protruding branches; outstretching her lithe features in diagonal leaps to avoid the various mossy boulders, each time she came back in contact with the soil, she was virtually noiseless.</span>

<span style='color:white'>He's only up here... should be.</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>It was a natural reaction, now, to tell Dumu in person anything strange. He always knew what was going on; always knew how to fix things. Splashing through muddy puddles from the drizzle the other night, the forest grew marginally thicker. Emerald green leaves brushed against her cheek and arms. Seeking out the fastest line from A to B, cutting sharply to the right, until finally crawling through a miniscule opening, Shanu had not opened her mouth to speak yet,</span>

<span style='color:blue'>Hi, everything alright?</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Light breaking through the patterns of the leaves reflected off the dual striped 'dragon's immaculate fur, accentuated by his virginal white stripes. Dumu was off in the corner with his back to his sister, smiling to himself, pleased that she'd left the Academy to see him - but he knew there was something else. Even so, it wasn't like him to probe, not in Shanu's mind at least. Turning partially with his head tilted sideways to view her fully, he smiled more to see she had on her necklace; he was certain something was up. Reaching down to lift up his own crystal encrusted necklace, he stood to his full height, folding his arms about his chest with the necklace gripped between his right hand's fingers, dangling lightly under his left arm. With a warm look filling his eyes, he stared into Shanu's.</span>

<span style='color:white'>I was lying in bed when I got a tense feeling in my stomach,</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Dumu's posture shifted in jest, saying 'ahhh, the perks of being male'. Shanu's speech slowed for a second, giving him a mild look, asking to continue, which she would anyway regardless</span>

<span style='color:white'>but it was like a cold touch. When I tried to get up, I tripped over my jeans and hit the wall. But, Dumu, I got angry...</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>He raised an eyebrow in confusion, beginning to search for the memory to see what it was about, but Shanu blocked him out, wanting instead to tell him.</span>

<span style='color:white'>It was for no reason, other than tripping;</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>The royal blue pelted femme slowly padded a few feet further into the clearing, breaking eye contact from Dumu - her mind whirring to recall what'd happened and try to find out why. Her tail curled up around by her side on the ground, pushing a path into the luscious, moist green grass, sparkling as the light hit the droplets hanging delicately from the fine, feathery fibres.</span>

<span style='color:white'>I have to go somewhere. Out in the sea.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>She turned to face Dumu sharply, who straightened up immediately from her sudden movement. Staring directly into his eyes.</span>

<span style='color:white'>You haven't left your wings yet. Please take me, I need to go. Remember, like when the Master was teaching you? How to carry loads across the jungle? You carried me. Please do it again?</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Dumu turned away fractionally, keeping his eyes locked on her's. He sensed an air of desperation, but he also felt this plea was sincere. On one hand, if he took her, then they could come back from wherever it was as quickly as going. Another upside was that she wasn't taking off by herself again, to leave him wandering about places, getting caught in storms etcetera, just looking for her. Yet, he was getting a feeling this act would be a mistake. It could have been his love for his sister... Dumu dismissed the negative to focus on her wishes. He wasn't doing anything important, so what the heck.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>Okay, I'll take you. Point where you need to go.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu lifted her right paw and gesticulated directly over his head.</span>

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Gotta post again in a bit - just a lead up for now. Chores x.x sorreh.</td></tr></table>

 

Ivory eyes landed on Shadow his mind still clear of those mixed thoughts from before. He found himself doting on Sieben especially as his head followed the taloned paw that was stroking the underside of his chinas well as an other smile directed at only him.

It was attention, Shadow had never recieved from another since - well he couldn't remember - All hopes of a family had died with his sweet mother and his powerful father. He was one of the masters children, and he would protect his master at any cost.

Shadow walked a small distance behind the master, his eyes blue in wonder at the chains - however frightning - turning into a large, beautifully crafted throne. Would Tvim and him stand by his side here? Would tvim stay in this place? There was so many questions to be asked - but he didnt wish to bother anyone with things that would be found out later. He had asked many questions already - any more would surely be annoying. He looked down at his feline, who was looking at him with her brown eyes - she wanted to explore the island.

go on - but not too far, see if anyone is coming, ok?

And with a hearty purr and a lick she bounded out to the temple entrance, leaving shadow alone with the others. The vampire watched the feline disappear from sight instantly missing her presence beside him. But the master began to speak again, and he crept closer to hear the powerful words that seemed quiet to his ears.

This place would not be his prison - or anyones - and they were allowed to come and go, but all shadow would leave for was some greenery for his new sleeping quaters beneath the main temple so Khumdap wouldn't become homesick. He would have to ask if this was possible first, but there was plently of time for that.

The light grin on Siebens maw was not looked upon for Shadow was transfixed on the blood that dripped from the masters hands turning into silver and gold rings with the same markings as his aged fur. Sieben too seemed to be amazed at the bands of precious metal - just staring at them like it was a great feat.

Dear Khumdap had finally stopped upon a tall rock outside the temple watching the gathering of vampires around the island, some were sitting at the lakes edge along with the one she reconised form earlier, two more over at the far side small dots in the landscape and one large 'dragon red as the island itself - waiting for a closer look she waited loyally before going back to her owner in the temple halls.

 

Tvim, finally sober enough, stood from the couch and walked towards the throne Sieben had created. She knealt beside it, her paws curling around the arm rest. Her eyes focused on the metal bands that Sieben was scrutinizing. She reached out to touch one tentaively, but pulled her hand back quickly. She turned her eyes up to Sieben, she had been too drunk to hear the comment about she being his favorite. "Sieben," she paused and corrected herself "Master, what are those for?" she said, gazing up at Sieben, wondering and waiting.

 

Sabata's keen ears were able to pick up a few phrases. "Island paradise of Sieben... created this place... infected creature..."

Jahhar heard nothing. His vision was blurred, the moonlight seemed to hold a strange glare which hurt his eyes, and a ringing in his ears distorted nearby sounds.

Sabata was unsure of what he should do. To stand by idly would get Jahhar and him nowhere. To attack the two dragons would be foolish and gain nothing. Jahhar didn't seem to be in any condition to travel any more...

Sabata saw no way around it. "One cannot climb a freezing mountain if he is dressed in light clothes," murmered Sabata under his breath. Sabata's gaze fell on a nearby tree, blood seeping out from underneath the bark. He pushed his hand up against the tree and let the blood run onto it. As Sabata brought his own hand to Jahhar's face, Jahhar spoke up.

"If you and I drink now... we won't think--we won't be ourselves anymore... We won't be in our right minds..."

"Whoever said we were ever in our right minds to begin with? We chose to come here so unexpectedly."

Jahhar felt his tongue sliver from his mouth and taste what Sabata had to offer... the only remedy it seemed. Jahhar got up shakedly and began to nourish himself with what he could find. Sabata followed suite...

 

Shadow watched Tvim slip up beside his master, reaching out a paw before quickly pulling it back. Sieben began to speak - to Tvim, although the answer also clarified shadows wondering. His blue eyes folloed the rings to the masters pocket - was there more favourites to come...?

Shadow watched at the affection she was recieving from the master, a pang of jealousy hitting his stomach with a thud. Shadow wasn't one to be like this - but then again right now - this was the closest to a family he had.

Sieben gave him a comforting nod just before Shadow morphed into his quad form laying down beside the throne as he waited for more children to appear... Maybe he'd go out and see Khumdap soon.

The said feline was still watching from a high rock, her eyes following that of Saiph running towards the temple, Jumping down from her spot, the panther like feline ran to see her owner, bored with the slow happenings for now. She purred as she padded through to the main hall, trotting over to shadow whom was in his quad form. Did that mean they were going to play? But as she sensed his sad formm, all she did was lay beside him, much smaller even now in comparason to his mixed form.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Pointed at Sieben mostly...</td></tr></table>


A stront torrent roared over a new created section of the island, along a drop of black sustance that festered on the ground. With its red sheen, this sustance grew over a meter before energy cracked from its surface and a shadow of a three tailed fox emerged from its portal. The creature shivered as the red aura flowed in rivers around its body, and sniffed the air of this newly formed paradise. He is here... The creature concluded timidly despited he was fairly distracted from all the supernaturally produced blood being emulated before unfurling its tail and gently lowering the comotose vixen on the ground, creating a shield around its master as it did so. She has been in such a helpless state since their battle with Rin, although she left before she was able to finish him off and left him at Sieben's mercy. Something powerful grabbed her during the time, trapping her and her child in the shadow realms. (With no doubt, Sieben blamed Rin for it) Whatever she did out of rage trapped her, Niojo, her shadow familar that watched over her since the couple released Kyofu spent these seasons searching until he found her drifting in that dimenion, with her child in tow as she used her energy to keep it alive.

She was unable to wake since it found her, not even the blood around has arroused her or the beckoning her childen frozen in time in his egg. It needed to find him, in hopes there was something he could do. The child agreed with it, its egg braced deep inside the familar's mane out of sight. The shadows protected its shell from the movement and shock as Niojo rushed along the island, searching for him.

The strolling vampires might have been unerved by this creature rushing pasted them forcefully, sightly nudging them out of his way. Niojo stopped in motion as its approached Sieben and did something that it never did with him before...

...it bow itself before him.

The child giggled very sofly underneath its mane as he did this, the fox refused the urge to shake his head. Hopefully, he will remember him but if not, the child could remember him.

 

"No need for descriptive bluntness, sire. I'm Niojo by your prodigy's word now. What's wrong with you, 'ld friend...No sparks to fling at me tonight?" The creature chuckled in merriment before it give him a stern glaze. The hair on its head parted as the egg emerged from its back. One tail stretched out to snatched a cushion from under one of the partons never quite gentlely and set the egg under it.

Stop playing around, Niojo. Mommy needs help

"I know..." Niojo snarled distainly although only he and Sieben is the only one that could hear the child, "Forgive me, but she needs you now my lord...we are running out of time, no blood here in this place would help."

The creature would have wasted time if he started talking on what happened a year ago, but she could tell him if she can wake up.

 

Jahhar, feeling much better since he had begun to eat, jerked his head at the noise of Saiph. Sabata also heard her. Jahhar and Sabata saw the femme walking with her head bowed. Then suddenly, she looked up.
"Thes!" came the cry of the female dragon before she broke off running the opposite direction.

Sabata and Jahhar did not hesitate to chase after the thill who they observed jumping over another dragon. Sabata, older and much swifter than Jahhar, raced pass the dragon which had been jumped. Jahhar was only seconds behind Sabata.

Sabata watched the thill run into the jungle. Sabata quickly glanced over his shoulder to confirm that Jahhar was still following before climing a tree with amazing agility. Sabata was trained in the art of acrobatics. For that reason, he had no trouble moving up the tree. Once on the tree top, Sabata began leaping from tree top to tree top, keeping an eye on the femme below.

As Jahhar watched, he saw his brother gradually catching up to the female dragon. He then saw Sabata climb up a tree before continuing the chase. Jahhar kept chasing the thill from the ground. Even he was slowly gaining on her, just not as fast as Sabata.

 

"It's not far..." Niojo said confidently as he paused and melted to the ground. The shadow mass slide under Seiben's feet and reformed with the vampire on its back with a stadle like feature was added around Sieben's behind. "...maybe be easier if I lead and carry, I'm not tired yet." It suggested while, red steams glowed along its body as it just left not as a beast runs, but as a shadows goes in the face of the sun,

"I see you learned a few tricks since you lasted played me with me, remind me to grow my tails back when this is over or I might not survive a game from you" The shadow said jovially to lighten the mood but failed as it warped across the islands without obstuction. It stopped from this unnatural speed with a lack to all laws of motions, it slowly approached the shield of its own design with caution before stabbing its tails at it in a three unique spots and pattern. The red flim of the shield flicked before it shattered, revealing the flora around as Niojo slowly walked a few steps then lowering himself by his forelegs motioning Sieben to dismount then pointing its head...

...towards Rilith's form in the grass.

 

The tall, sensitive ears of the Vampiric Poltergeist snapped forward at the crack of wood. As soon as the sound had came, the pitch blackness infesting gaps between the disfigured trees gave birth to three spectres, launched clear off the ground. At him! Swirling crimson discs flooded with fluorescent red venom. Ivumo didn't have enough time, however, to get out of the way. The masses collided heavily with Ivumo's upper body, appearing to bounce right off again. But it wasn't because of Ivumo's build. They moved with ethereal fluidity. Hearing the multitude of pounds against his body, the giant took a couple steps back, partly knocked off balance. Soon regaining his balance, his eyes had locked securely on the black forms before him. He watched as, in synchronous, they all stripped from their bodies the black capes Ivumo hadn't seen, revealing their rotting flesh... A smirk drew across his sharp features. Throwing out both paws, blood red claws ejected from the tips of each digit, stretching, easily, a good six inches. Amber glows shone out from the depths of all three's craniums, all trained on his frame. Ivumo's stance lowered. His arms rose, one in front, on by his side. Dropping his head to sit in line with his shoulders; his massive wings twitched to be set free. Pulling back his lips, his teeth seemed to flare with anticipation. A low growl resounded from deep inside his stomach, growing in volume, snorting sharply - briefly - taking in more air to keep up the snarl.

<span style='color:red'>Bring it.</span>

Dropping further into his stance, he scanned each for signs of movement, whilst remaining on the centre beast.


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<span style='color:skyblue'>The dual striped pendragon followed an invisible line from the tip of his sister's right paw over his head, past the trees and toward the moon. Lowering his head to face Shanu, an incredulous stare looked down at her.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>You want to leave Vivuli?</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>The royal blue pelted femme nodded repeatedly; the stray strand of hair bounced sharply up and down, side to side, and caught by the wind when her eager response ceased, whorling in harmony as the dew damp air circled in the clearing. A silvery splinter shone off the glimmering, glossy gold, gripping snugly around her slender neck. Her crystal blue eyes remained transfixed upon this higher calling, but looking back at her brother's attentively simultaneously. Pearly, miniature fangs dragged across the soft surface of her lower lip, drawing feint indents directly over the veins pulsating veins. She could feel it. The pulsating. Through her teeth, up through her gums, making her nasal passage ways seem to block with tension. Harder Shanu bit down, totally unaware she had pierced her lip again, in exactly the same places as always. Pearlescent beads, reflecting her lustrous pelt which swam in the scarlet, leapt from the pin hole gaps, instantly being breathed in, crawling along Shanu's tongue. More was absorbed by her drying tongue than managed to slide down her throat. Nevertheless, her eyes never wavered from his, nor changed expression.

Dumu frowned, raising his hand to rest a few inches from her maw.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>You're doing it again.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu blinked a few times, then tilted her head and crossed her eyes looking downward. Although she couldn't see through her muzzle, anyone else looking would have seen a pretty cute expression: Her blue eyes seem illuminate because the whites became more clear. A fraction of smile topped it off, making it look truly innocent, as she sat there - her left ear suspended in mid air, her right ear hanging in relaxed posture.</span>

<span style='color:white'>Hm.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>A high pitched noise escaped from her nose, at which Dumu smiled. He was happy she was alive. He cared so little for her vampiric state because it didn't rule her life. She just needed some reminders now and again that she was biting herself. Shanu's pinkie tongue left her mouth to rest against the left hand side, pressing against her upper lip, and at the same time, her vision straightened up to look at Dumu. His smile only grew, upon which Shanu's playful side merely feasted.</span>

<span style='color:white'>So when're you taking me?</span>

<span style='color:blue'>It's "when are" - and I'll take you now.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu grinned uncontrollably, like she was a niotie again. Her spotless teeth glimmered proudly, shining brighter than the moon, exuding a kind of hazy silver aura. She had quickly wiped the remainder of the blood from her tiny, yet elongated, canines. With keen eyes, still cocked on one side, she watched as Dumu clasped his own gold around his neck with deft paws. His form then shifted from bipedal to his more elegant quadrupedal form. Lifting his enormous wings from atop his back, he set them down at full span either side of him, he rested his hind quarter down, too, awaiting Shanu to do what they had practiced years before, and had implemented on countless occasions. They always worked as one. This was no different. When he rested himself down, Shanu saw that as her queue. With a spring in her step, she padded behind him; when she was younger and he did that, the equidistant stripes running down his back, and drawing into a single thickness line a few feet from his tail flame looked like they were stuck on. Not like he'd grown them. However, when she got closer the first time around (even though she'd watched him growing them) every one of the hairs were all the same. Straight. Straight out from his back they had grown, and to date, that's the way they had stayed.

Wrapping her arms about his neck, locking just above his rib cage, it was a glorified piggy-back. Casually, Dumu raised his hindquarter again to leap into flight.

It was minutes before anything happened. The two were speaking telepathically. Really, words were never needed spoken aloud. Shanu's gaze rose to the moon, smiling to herself. But as she stared, the lower left section of the moon tinted an unmistakeable red. It bled outwards and upwards, seeping through the contours akin to blood through capillaries. Gradually, it spilled over into the craters, like water breaking past a dam.</span>

<span style='color:white'>Dumu look.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>Are you sure you want to carry on?</span>

<span style='color:white'>I need to, but why's it doing that?</span>

<span style='color:blue'>I know as well as you.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Dumu shifted his flight to soar closer to the water; their reflections rippled fast enough over the inky undulations that they could be seen clearly enough. Each feature quite crisp. Dumu's silken wings thrust backwards in regal eloquence, increasing their velocity marginally.

The smell of plants began to overwrite the scent of ocean. Dumu's eyes fixed on a dark fog settled in front of them. Faintly, a shady patch of grass scrolled into vision, rising up from the horizon.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>You do.</span>

<span style='color:white'>It's hard not to...</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>The load broke through the obscure fog, swirling with alien, passive movement like fine dust collected upon the still water of a pond after it'd been stirred with a stick. It didn't keep spinning. It simply adopted a new position, and there it would stay until stirred again. Nevertheless, the dark red powder surrounded them. Shanu's eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating. Her tongue twisted with a new sense of bitter-sweet. Dumu, however, silently urged her to remain calm until they left. Their flight comfortably ground to a halt, landing in on the black grass of this new island. Instantly, Shanu jumped off her brother's back and straight into her bipedal form; with some luck, her trousers hadn't torn, or her belt snapped. But up one side of her tank top there was a short rip - something Dumu'd noticed. Venturing some several feet, padding down noiselessly the tainted undergrowth, he too quickly reformed to stand bipedal, and by her side he stood. A chill ran down her slender back whenever he stood there.

Shanu's ears perked at the sound of rustling branches in the distance. Casting her eyes off towards the disturbance, a silhouetted, lithe form sprung with ease from tree top to heavily cluttered canopy, and on again to the next. She stared for a moment, tracking the 'dragon flawlessly, even when they dropped out of vision into the foliage, predicting the movement. Well, from there it wasn't hard, a flat image moving from left to right. Dumu watched her eyes follow with precision, but something irked his own senses. Tapping her paw lightly, Dumu warily took large, authoritative strides, hardly disturbing the plants either, closely accompanied by his awed sister - who wasn't picking up on the blood... just yet.</span>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td> i should be absent - but im aloowed online for a bit </td></tr></table>


Shadow, raised his gaze to his master when he spoke such comforting words to him, but suddenly his mood changed - that worried glance made the panic rise in Shadow - what was wrong?! HIs eyes folloowed siebens to the creature entering the place. Hackles raised on the Shadow aswell as Khumdap his dear feline pet. But no sound came from either.

Shadow reddend eyes watched the egg as it lay on the cushion - was this his masters true son? Swallowing he shook his head, breaking off into a run as sieben sprinted off with the shadow creature. Khumdap stuck close behind her owner her paws padding silently behind him.

Finally they came to a stop, shadow promply sat outside of this bubble watching as the reddish browm figure lay motionless inside.