---------------------------- Timestamp Day: 10th Tria 81380 Time: Mid-afternoon Who: Daemon & Juem ---------------------------- Right. How many times does this have to happen before Juem learn never ever to walk in the forest? There was once when he stepped foot in some forest, he hurt his wing and got lost. It took him 3 days to figure out how to get out. Eventhough male, he was sadly not gifted with figuring out his direction. Now, he was lost again and he was aching to have a companion. Any companion. He was, of course, still cautious about who he meet. This forest was afterall very well known for gang meetings and the headquaters for illegal traders. He had met a group of nasty looking pendragons and finished them off with just using Elemental Kinesis. Nasty looking, but weak. He got bored after that because there wasn't anymore 'dragons to fight with. Tired, he just chose a stump and sat on it. He really could use someone to tell him directions right now or to just fly out of here. But he was too prideful to ask anone for directions and the idiot of a doctor ordered him not to use his wing eventhough it was fine. "Just in case your wing hasn't healed fully yet. Give it a few more days" Crap. Now he was stuck in the forest again.
"... You see, this is what happens when you don't keep an eye on where you're going." The voice, dark and malevolent, echoed up from Juem's right. It had the sort of sound that made it seem like a growl. He'd also pick up on the scent of Sulfur. A Pendragon, who was quite large, and looked very much like a dragon, was leaned against a tree, his arms folded over his chest. Smoke bellowed out of his nose, and his arms were crossed over his chest. A blindfold, rather old and a dark brown, was wrapped around his eyes. And, assuming Juem listened to half of the rumors that cycled around the black markets, and the names hushed under worried breaths of many thieves, he'd recognize that description. Daemon. The sort of 'Dragon who could be in one place at one time, and seemingly be somewhere else the next. Apparently, he had never met an equal in battle, and was said to have a ferocious feral anger. He leaned off of the tree, unfolding his arms and walking toward Juem, his clawed feet digging into the ground with each step he took. Yet, despite his massive size, his movements almost made no sound. "You get lost in the middle of the woods, no where near where you should be. You end up in dangerous situations, and you often don't make it out alive." And, running on the assumption that Juem didn't run, the towering Daemon would now be about three feet from him, his thick Draconic tail moving back and forth in the grass. Either this was the 'legendary' Daemon, or an imposter with a serious set of guts.
A growl sounded to his right and Juem looked up to be greeted by the sight of a very dragon like person. Although his face still remain calm and collected, andrenaline pumped inside Juem, telling him to get up and run. He only stayed and look. The stranger came closer and this time Juem moved few inches backward. But he refused to show this 'dragon his fear. It was when the stranger spoke again that Juem realised that this pendragon was blind. Could this be the Daemon everyone was so fearful of? Juem stood up and would have given out a laugh if not for the circulating rumours about Daemon being a ferocious fighter. The Daemon was shorter than Juem a few inches. But it was no doubt that his muscles were bigger. <span style='color:royalblue'>Could this be the legendary Daemon I've been hearing about?"</span> Juem sounded. <span style='color:royalblue'>"Hm. I thought you would be a little bigger. Perhaps those rumours about you are going to stay rumours after all."</span> Juem shifted his weight a little bit. If the rumours he heard were true, he would be really lucky if he made it out of here alive. Should he fight this stranger or flee? Still considering the situation, he said, <span style='color:royalblue'>"Don't worry about me. I usually make it out of the woods alive."</span>
