OOC: No problem! I took a while to post now too (sorry about that by the way). IC: Skye let Fen lead her. She was at all uncomfortable and hardly even noticed the change in direction. She sighed for a moment and laid her head on Fen's shoulder. <font color="blue"> Ahh. I see. So you are a 'hell raiser' then? Interesting. What kind of 'hell' exactly do you raise? </font> Skye was glad to keep the conversation going. She liked talking to Fen, she liked not having to think about problems or life, it was nice to just walk through the forest and talk with someone. Especially when you consider how Fen was so much like her.
He let out a barking laugh when Skye asked about his hell-raising. <span style='color:green'>Hell is only what you think of it as. I raise hell of the kind that's gotten me thrown in prison. Apparently killing while you are out of sentient control and can't be detained isn't leagal.</span> He said, half-serious, but still only half. He rubbed her arm, a reckless gaze in his eyes, but only for a moment. <span style='color:green'>But what about you, I've never gotten a straight answer from a Vamp on what it was like... well actually I have, but I'm not sure if the 'dragon in question was lying and seeing as how it's one of her trades I wouldn't put it past her.</span> He said, smirking.
Skye couldn't help smiling as Fen laughed, she liked making him laugh. She looked up at him, her smile getting wider. She liked him, though she had thought that today several times. She snuggled closer to him after he rubbed her arm. But, of course, it was only because a breeze had started up... Skye looked around. It was nearing midday now. She wondered about what this meant for a moment and then pushed those thoughts out of her mind and settled for just listening to Fen. She didn't even notice his 'reckless gaze'. <font color="blue">Me? Oh, well I have killed a few 'dragons...I haven't gone to jail though. I guess that's because I am so much sneakier than you! </font> She said the last part with a laugh and playfully punched Fen in the arm.
<span style='color:green'>I don't doubt you're sneakier than I am, it's just a tad hard to be sneaky when you automatically become over seven and a half feet tall just because a full moon comes up.</span> He said chuckling. They came upon a space that seemed quite absent of trees although it was darker than most of the forest. Fen took his arm down from around Skye, though he did move in front of her and kiss the back of her right hand before striding to the middle of the clearing. He ran a hand over a patch of grass, finally running his claws around a circular seam. There as a hissing noise as a part of the 'ground' popped up some, he put his hands on either side of the ciricle and pulled it up, grunting a bit under its weight. He moved it enough and then dropped it, reavealing a gaping hole in the ground that surrendered to a blackness that made the deepness of it undeterminable. Fen went back over to Skye. <span style='color:green'>I hope you don't mind going down into the tunnels, but the idea of watching yet another Vamp shrivel in the sun is neither appealing or savory.</span> He said. He wasn't sure how much Skye knew of the tunnels, if anything, not that ehere was much to know, it was just a direct way to more than a few places, and damn helpful in the event of traveling during the day with a Vampdragon.
Skye looked regretfully at Fen when he let go but smiled when he kissed her hand. Now, HE'S a decent guy... Skye watched as Fen opened the way to the tunnels. She had never been down there and didn't much like the idea but she merely nodded and moved near the entrance, looking down skeptically, trying to see what lay below. Then she looked back at and smiled jokingly, waving her paw towards the tunnel, <font color="blue">Ladies first...</font>
Fen nodded. <span style='color:green'>You're going to feel a cold chill when you pass through that barrier you happen to be looking down, otherwise it is quite light.</span> He said. She had said ladies first, but he could tell she didn't really feel like going down the tunnels. He thought over a few things, one of them being the fact that he was almost forcing Skye, he shook his head, oh hell. <span style='color:green'>Although another option is to walk around a bit, maybe sit and talk until nightfall, then go as we please.</span> He said.
Skye looked over are Fen for a moment and then shook her head. <font color="blue"> No, let's go down. </font> She was saying it more to comfort herself than anything else and a few moments later she lowered herself into the tunnel and then called up before actually moving down too far, <font color="blue"> How long 'till I reach the bottom? Do you have a light of somesort? </font> Skye was obviously not afraid of the dark, nor exactly the tunnel, it was more the idea of what she would find at the bottom.
<span style='color:green'>Only a few more feet, there's a torch a few meters off from the ground, you've got about two more meters to go down.</span> He said. Fen waited until he heard Skye reach the bottom of the ladder and slid down most of the way until he got about five feet from the bottom, at which he used the last few rungs and found himself next to Skye once more. He took one of her hands in his, although he moved his arm around her once more after a moment. <span style='color:green'>See there's the first torch.</span> He said, pointing. <span style='color:green'>The rest are around that bend at 20 foot intervals.</span>
Skye continued down the tunnel and waited for Fen. Once he was down as well, he took a considerably shorter amount of time, by the way, she let him lead them through the tunnels. She wasn't sure exactly which way to go if they happened to come to a fork of somesort. <font color="blue"> So, tell me something. Anything. Something interesting about you. </font> Skye didn't much like the silence in the tunnel and that was the only thing she could think of to break it.
<span style='color:green'>Anything? Hrm...</span> He asked. Fen thought for a few moments, Ulf giving his usual twisted and sick comments. He shook his head to clear it and made a left as they came to a fork. <span style='color:green'>I like tomatoe juice with coffee cake, don't ask why, I have no idea, I also like spicy chicken with vanilla ice cream. That and I've been told I cook well.</span> He said, odd food habits gained from being a street rat, oh the joy. <span style='color:green'>What about you?</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>it's kind of late to join, but in the end it's up to Insanity, it's her thread.</td></tr></table>
