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The dragon froze at the sound of feathered wings beating, along with the faint sound of a comment being made. Lowering himself closer to some brightly lit foilage to hopefully stay out of their sight, slowly moving his head towards where he heard the sounds, and flicking his ears where the most noise was. Flattening his ears to his head as he noticed them not too far behind. He stayed still hoping his scales were enough to keep him hidden, but he feared they may have watched his scales brighten with the berries. Their continued pursuit to his current spot seemed like they did, or perhaps there was something else he wasn't taking into account. 
'Really wished I had more spikes right now... oh. Wait' Aythora thought to himself, thinking a little harder about needing the extra armour. His tail painfully sprouting a few extra rows of long spikes, the tall faded ringed spikes shivered on the top of his tail before he jumped out from his hiding space with another ear piercing screech. Swinging his tail around while digging it into the dirt to kick some up at the approaching group. A near wall of dust separating him from the hunting party. Aythora figured the kicked up dirt and dust was dry enough to sustain a flame, the decision resulted in him sparking the bottom of the dust wall. The dust only lighting up in a certain pattern, before quickly dying down. But he hoped it would be enough to startle the griffins enough to stop them from coming closer. Standing his ground and harshly swaying his tail back and forth behind him. 

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Sybil could not help but grab onto Xeuis' form. Luckily her gloved hands and their layers of bodily gear protected any of her flesh from coming into contact with his. The position still felt slightly unnatural, nonetheless. However, there was little else the woman could do, with the speed at which the griffins were chasing the dragon.

Sybil peered into the night, catching snippets of the dragon's form over time. However, the dragon's scales seemed to camouflage more easily into the nearby glowing overgrowth as time went on.

Right when Sybil thought the group was catching up, the dragon screeched again. This was followed by dirt being flung into the air and set ablaze. The scream itself was slightly less shocking the second time, but it still rang in her ears to the point of hurting. Now, her other senses were being assaulted. Sybil had to clamp her eyes shut against the dirt floating through the air, threatening to blind or be inhaled. Heat also sparkled through the air, hot for several moments as it ate at the dirt particles before it dyed out almost altogether.

Without the ability to easily cover her face or ears, Sybil had to settle for casting her face downwards to avoid the brunt of the physical onslaughts.

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"Scarlet! Get me close to that thing! If I can get onn his back, I can help bring him down!" Helena called to her flying partner, standing up on Chrysos's back, balancing as she had done so many times in tag races with her own Griffin, Whetu. The important thing was to trust your partner - not easy to do in the Espionage business. But sometimes, like now, and in the griffin races, you had to put those things aside to help win the prize - in this case, the drago

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On hearing Helena, Scarlet steered Chrysos closer to the dragon, which's capture seemed imminent. 

"Are we slowly slipping off Chrysos?", Scarlet thought as she unsheathed her sword. It was true. The griffin did seem to be struggling to stay in the air. "Hopefully Helena won't fall off" she muttered to herself

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"Nope, just me! Keep Chrysos in the air in case I need a quick escape" Helena replied, leaping off Chrysos and onto the dragon, landing on his nose. 

"Hey big guy, nice teeth ya got!" She told the dragon by way of greeting, giving him a pat before drawing one of her knives and it's obsidian blade glinted wickedly in the glow of the dragon's scales. She'd stolen the blade from the same person she stole her griffin Whetu from 

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"-If I can get on his back, I can help bring him down!" Aythora heard, snapping his attention to the girl who yelled it. The two began to move closer, the girl who screamed her plan flung from the griffin and landed on the dragon. Aythora wasn't sure what she was planning. He was in no way big enough for her to pull off that plan without hitting her bottom half harshly on the dirt floor. His height was only slightly taller than a fully grown human, but his lowered hissing head didn't give the girl much room to land on. The size of his head wasn't exactly enough for her to hold onto either, so he found the whole plan strange. Instead of dwelling on the odd tactic, he simply gave a grumbling hiss to the girl's greeting and pat on his head, angry eyes pinned to her as she pulled her blade back intending to strike him. Aythora thrashed his head from side to side, the extra weight making it harder to fling her off, but once he saw her form fly from his head he let out his screech once more. A near crack in his voice indicating he was close to losing it after using the defence so many times.

 

The dragon turned to the girl on the ground, swatting his claws at her to keep her from approaching again, then turning his attention to the attackers in the air. Sending another wall of flames in their direction, all while thrashing his tail in the dirt and flapping his wings to build up a dust cloud to hide himself. Slipping through the glowing shrubbery and away from the group. He ran through the tallest glowing plants until he was far enough from them, picking up his pace through the forest. Eventually he came to a large wall of thickets, the thorny vines interweaved with each other didn't glow, the dark walls instead, seemed to eat the light that surrounded it. Aythora trotted by the wall for a short moment, finding a small near hidden opening in the plants and diving into it. Carefully maneuvering through the maze of vines and branches, the task easy as he's done it several times before. Coming out on the otherside, the only thing to break through the dome of thickets was trees and one sky light he carved out enough for some daylight to breakthrough. A small glowing blue stream pooled in a pond, covered by a canopy of giant dark green leaves, a glowing blue design of the leave's veins shone through like their skeleton. Next to it was a stone path way the lead to a dome like house, covered by the same dark green leaves, and weaved in wood gave it a rather fort like feel.

 

Aythora sat at the edge of the pond, keeping his eyes on the entrance to his little sancutary for a long moment. The lack of sound from the intruders eased his nerves ever so much. Turning to dive into the glowing water and relax for a minute, wings floating at his side as he lazily swayed in the pond. Climbing out much more relaxed than when he went in, he shook himself of the water and went into the makeshift home. Despite the way it looked, the home was able to keep out the elements with ease, and even kept him warm in colder times, and kept him cool in warmer seasons. The first room was rather big, large funiture filling up the space along with plants Aythora fancied, while books filled the walls and tables. The dragon yawned and closed the door behind him with his tail before he settled on a large sofa and struggled to open a book with his claws. Eventually getting it to the page he wanted, he propped it up on the table and began to read the words. Not quite yet ready to sleep incase the attackers somehow found him again. But he was unable to shift to his usual form just yet.

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Jolted from his thoughtsm Kayleth found himself focusing on the actions of the spy girl from earlier as she precariously perched up top the griffins back.

"Honestly." Kayleth's sigh was lost to the wind.

The girl launched herself off the griffin, gaining purchase on the dragons slender head.

Arching his back, the beast tossed his head from side to side, nearly colliding into a few trees in the process but he eventually dislodged Helena with a piercing shriek that resulted in Kayleth clutching his ears to block out the sound. 

With wide eyes, Kayleth noticed the familiar signs of fire as the dragon reared back, peeling its teeth over its gums. 

What could only be described as a wall rather than a bolt spread forth from its maw, shooting towards them in a raging fury and enveloping the canopy. 

Kayleth sprung up, leaping from the Griffin and into the front of the group. 

Reaching outwards, Kayleth brought his  index and middle finger forwards, his free hand making a cupping motion by his chest. 

As soon as his hand came into contact with the flame, blue burst into the colour, rapidly pooling outwards.

Rather than create a shield, Kayleth redirected the fire, pulling his arm around in a single fluid motion, the fire following his fingertips like a long blue whip. 

The tail of fire arched around the group, encircling them completely before Kayleth ushered the serpentine blue flame right back at the dragon with a terrifying velocity.

The dragon kicked up some dust in an attempt to vanish, but the fireball hitting the dry dirt caused a massive explosion, blowing a hole right through the dense shrubbery the dragon had retreated into.  

Shoulders heaving with panting, ragged breaths,  Kayleth scanned the area. While he knew the general direction the beast went, it was no longer in sight and had sufficiently lost him

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Helena barely held on a few seconds, barely longer than a bull rider would stay on his mount before getting thrown, when she was tossed from the dragon's surprisingly narrow head. She got the wind knocked out of her when she was thrown from him. She barely had enough time to recover to roll out of the way of his striking talons, scrambling in a crab walk so she was just out of his reach. She somehow managed to keep ahold of her obsidian blade, pulling up the blade in time that the blade caught one of the ivory talons before it could strike her face.

The attack didn't last long though, the beast throwing up a cloud of dust that forced her to cover her eyes. She was coughing by the time the dust faded. 

"Well, he's certainly feisty ~cough~ wish I got a tooth or claw though." Helena commented, coughing dust out of her mouth. 

"OI! I COULD USE A RIDE!" She called up to Scarlet, getting up and dusting herself off, sheathing her obsidian blade. She would've had the beast dead too if she hadn't been flung from his head. Good thing she was used to being flung from flying beasts with her racing hobby

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"OI! I COULD USE A RIDE!"Helena called up to Scarlet.

Scarlet swooped down on Chrysos, landing smoothly right beside Helena.

“Looks like there isn’t going to be dragon teeth, claws or scales for either of us.” she remarked as she pulled Helena back onto Chrysos’s back. The way the dragon kept evading them was getting annoying.

 

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"No kidding, this thing's smart! He keeps finding ways to hide! I think he's smarter than we give him credit for." Helena agreed, swinging back onto the golden eagle griffin, settling into place behind Scarlet on Chrysos. She really hoped they were going to bring this dragon down soon! This was starting to get annoying

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((No one except Vampere can control where the griffins fly, Sky and Random. Vampere is controlling them. Also Vampere's second power changed to meta crafting because Random basically had the same power as Vampere's previous second))

 

Vampere ignored Helena and Scarlet's attempts at manhandling the dragon, instead keeping careful track of the dragon's heat signature. Tapping Syphax, Vampere guided Syphax down closer to the ground. Once they were within a few feet, Syphax still gliding across the forest floor, Vampere leapt from his back, practically yanking Kayleth off after her because of his grip on her shoulders. 

"Kayleth and I will pursue. The rest of you, stay on guard and watch for any hunting patrols that come near," Vampere commanded on the run into her headpiece. Xeuis would handle any misdemeanor or st.upidity, and would be able to keep any unwanted patrols at bay. "Sybil, with me." A fear of something would be helpful in containing a beast as fearsome as the dragon. Xeuis swooped Magnesia down low, dropping off Sybil in the process. While the powers that the other two possessed would've been just as useful, Vampere decided fear would be best in this scenario. 

Vampere followed the creature closely, often losing it's trail. If it weren't for her telepathy, she'd have lost it completely. She tracked it closely, not only with heat tracking, but following it's general sense of thought into what appeared to be its den. ((Skipping details becz I'm lazy that way heh)). 

It took her a while to find the hole the dragon went through, and a little while longer for her to navigate the newer terrain. She only paused when she came to the maze of vines and underbrush. Pursing her lips, she waited for Kayleth and Sybil to catch up. 

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“Kayleth and I will pursue. The rest of you, stay on guard and watch for any hunting patrols that come here.” Vampere ordered into the intercoms system.

As Kayleth turned around, relieved to feel solid ground underneath his feet, his expression was schooled into a masterful neutrality. He did not dare raise any questions regarding the command of Vampere in fear of coming across as brash. Of course, a part of him still wondered if it was smart to go chasing after a dragon shortly after reducing the size of the group by half. There was power in numbers. 

Biting his tongue, a part of him could not help but wonder how he even got into this situation in the first place. One moment he was in his room with his cat, and the next he had been dragged off to some dragon hunt. 

He really needed to learn to say no. 

Following after Vampere, he pursued her into the thick bracken. 

The journey was rather long, with Vampere leading them astray and then backtracking and selecting a different route. She seemed to be closely intent on something and Kayleth decided to allow her to focus. 

He assisted with the occasional fireball against a tree, singing the edges as a marker to trace their path in case they got lost. 

Ducking underneath a branch, Kayleth sighed as he met up with Vampere. “Honestly, can’t you ever come over for just a drink?” He slicked his dampened hair back, tucking it behind his ears. 

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Sybil squinted as hearkened one of the other party members loudly announce their plan of leaping atop the dragon. While Sybil was slightly doubtful about the logistics of this plan, she kept her eyes pinned on the girl's form as she hurdled towards the dragon. Sybil eagerly hoped that the girl's weight would successfully entrap the dragon's form long enough for Sybil to approach the beast and potentially shock it into stillness with her physical touch.

Unfortunately, though perhaps foreseeably, the dragon writhed free, spewing outwards another combo of fire and dust towards the humans. Sybil groaned at the potential of another unpleasant onslaught, along with her frustration feeling almost bored with the almost repeated process the hunters and hunted seemed to enter into.

Again, the long-haired gentleman sprung forth to bridle the fire. The much cooler tones of blue overtook the warmer hues. Less fazed by the inferno than the last time she had felt it, Sybil was able to observe the actions to tether the fire under control with far more clarity.

The flame was directed back towards the original host of the flame. By this point, the dragon had retreated deeper into the condensed brush. If Sybil were on foot, she would have half the mind to sprint after the reptile, but she was still on the griffin that was headed by another.

With the lull devoid of any current scuffle, Vampere split the group into smaller subsets. Sybil perked up slightly at being ordered to follow after the group going directly after the dragon. Sybil quickly slid off the griffin, hopping the last few feet to the ground. She gracefully landed, springing back up to her full height and turning towards Vampere and the flame-wielding man who seemed to be recovering from the exertion. Without another word, the trio marched into the undergrowth, on the dragon's tail. Sybil noticed Vampere was tracking the beast with a heat signal, but the brightly-clad woman also assumed the other was using another, more hidden method in how purposeful her lead was. Still, there was some retracing of steps.

Sybil was last to enter through the hole Vampere had discovered. While the dark-haired man entered into a casual conversation with the other woman, Sybil inspected the maze of vines that lay before them. Unlike the glowing plants of before, these were almost as dark as the others were bright. Sybil's eyes scanned over the various holes in the interweaving plant limbs. Regarding some of the 'entrances' into the growth, the woman could briskly scratch off some in the mental list of possibilities she had constructed. Some were simply too small in size for the dragon to have wiggled through without at least clearly disturbing the arrangement.

Sybil almost abandoned looking at this section of the branches, but her eyes snapped back once more to a particular natural opening, partially hidden by some overlapping leaves. It was rather small, but it was possible the dragon could have gotten through without many marks if he had flattened his wings and spines to his body. The biggest indicator was how the leaves obscuring the hole were slightly flattened to the side as if something had recently brushed through.

Sybil popped her head into the hole, perhaps a slightly dangerous venture, but it was confirming all the same. A few freshly snapped twigs had fallen to the ground towards the inside, as if something had recently pushed past diving inward into the cavity. But combined with the night, and the fact this area did not glow like that of the trees behind them, it was very difficult to peer further into.

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Vampere glanced over her shoulder at Kayleth. 

"Sometime, maybe," Vampere muttered in response, the sound of a drink with a forgettable friend sounding pleasant despite their current circumstances. Her attention shifted back to Sybil as the woman spotted something. She cursed under her breath at having let Kayleth distract her from their search. 

Concentrating, Vampere grabbed a relatively long strand of brittle vine, crafting it into a solid but lightweight metal spear with a nasty barb at the end using her secondary vodiem, meta crafting. Catching sight of a tangle of thinner vines, Vampere reached for them, crafting them into a rather large, thicknet that she slung over Kayleth's shoulder with a terse "Don't get yourself tangled or I'm letting that dragon eat you."

She turned to analyze Sybil, wondering if the other woman would want an extra weapon or if she considered her vodiem sufficient enough against a dragon. 

The weapons weren't much in the event of a 3v1 with a dragon, but it was something. Satisfied and armed,Vampere pushed past Sybil, emerging from the maze of underbrush and vines. Faint light from the glowing fungus that surrounded what appeared to be a dome made Vampere pause as her vision adjusted to the new lighting. 

She waited for Sybil and Kayleth to exit the maze, scanning her surroundings. Her heat tracker was glitching, being an older model and dependent on the presence of a syncing device currently carried by a certain griffin named Syphax. A ringing in her ears caused her to perk up a little. There was an audible snap of a high pitched frequency only Vampere could hear, and then thoughts began to spill in. She ignored most of them for now, most of the gibberish from animals anyway, and listened intently for a specific set of thoughts of a certain dragon they were hunting. 

Not all thoughts were words thought in a language; most of the times, Vampere sensed impressions of abstractions and concepts that words couldn't capture. If she wasn't paying close attention, it usually faded to background nonsense, but she'd learned to hone the skill of picking out important concepts or ideas. She listened for word thoughts as well in the unlikely event a patrol had roamed by, but stayed focused on thoughts of chased prey. 

She continued to walk forward, spear held at the ready. 

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Aythora yawned as he finished the book he picked up last, placing it down before carefully moving to his shelf to find another story to read. The silence seemed to continue for what his ears cared to pick up, allowing him to relax for the most part as he searched. His eyes landed on a particular white book covered in red hearts and diamonds, and black spades and clubs. No text was on the spine of the book, nor the front or back of it as he pulled it out. However the book was soft to the touch, even his dragon scale fingers could feel the smooth surface. Despite the lack of a title on the book, Aythora knew fully well what story the pages portrayed. Bringing it back to the couch where he returned to the same seating arrangment he had previously and opened the book.

'All in the golden afternoon
     Full in leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill,
     By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretent
     Our wanderings to guide.'

As Aythora read the passage, scenery of a golden afternoon valley filled his head, sprinkling in large birds gliding through the scene. The imagary shifting as he ate up the words for his mind to process into a movie.

'Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

      Beneath such dreamy weather........

To beg a tale of breath too weak

      To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

      Against three tongues together?'

The words almost reminded him of the three griffins that chased him home, the forestry much like a dream to him in calmer situations. Some noise outside his house caught his attention, keeping his eyes pinned to the door for a short quiet moment, his thoughts empty as he waited for more noise to echo. But after a few moments of silence, he returned to his book.

'Imperious Prima flashes forth

     Her edict "to begin it":

In gentler tones Secunda hopes

    "There will be nonsense in it!"

While Tertia interrupts the tale

      Not more than once a minute.'

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"Sometime, maybe." Vampere replied in a quiet tone, her gaze momentarily distracted by Kayleth. 

A self-congratulating smirk wound its way onto the lips of the long haired gentleman.  "Well, then." He purred, his tone a velvety and sensual rasp, "it's a date." He reached over, flicking a piece of hair from Vampere's face.

Her attention was once again diverted by the doe-eyed accomplice who had been assigned to accompany them on their journey. 

Kayleth made a mental note to request that she pose for a drawing later on. He wanted to capture those eyes on paper and keep them for himself.

A weight slammed onto Kayleth’s right shoulder, causing the man to stagger back slightly in surprise. 

"Don't get yourself tangled or I'm letting that dragon eat you." Vampere snapped tersely. 

Kayleth merely offered the woman one of his signature innocuous close-eyed smiles, placing a hand directly over his chest. He bent at the hips in a partial bow. "Yes, my lady." He cooed.

Although, he had to wonder what use a net would be against a creature that could breathe fire, 

He paused by the thick bracken entrance Sybil had discovered, allowing Vampere to storm past in her typical brutish manner. 

He then paused, turning his gaze back towards the dark haired girl. "Ladies first." He murmured, gesturing towards the entrance with a gloved hand. 

He allowed Sybil to pass in front before trailing after.

After a short whole spent winding through a maze-like thicket of shrubbery,  Kayleth emerged into a luminous open space.

A homely dome say before them, covered in bioluminescent fungi. 

Immediately Kayleth took note of the potential exits surrounding the supposed den. He then began to focus on the dome itself, searching for plausible alternative entrances in order to maintain some semblance of surprise. It was likely the dragon already knew they were here, and waltzing in through the front door would do little to preserve their lives.

Lastly,  his mind began to formulate a potential plan for capturing the beast, conjuring images of fox hunting. Small dogs are used to flush the animals from their dens, drawing them right into a trap.

All such thoughts were processed in abstract imagery as opposed to actual words, in the way Kayleth more often thought. It was very rare that his mind would formulate complete sentences. 

 

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Vampere brushed by Sybil, seeming to have reclaimed her focus on the mission. Sybil backed up in surrender, allowing the woman to marshal the charge through the weaving maze.

Sybil peered expectantly at the tall male, expecting him to follow directly after their leader. While Sybil had not been eavesdropping, she had hearkened various bits and pieces of the flirtatious exchanges between the two. The banter seemed to be more notably triggered from the male, but there was a mutual tension of some sort lingering, nonetheless. Sybil had no real opinions on the matter, neither interested enough to purposefully allow them to pair together on the last leg of their hunt nor uncomfortable enough to try to dissuade the repartee.

"Ladies first." The long-haired man offered, indicating that Sybil should follow directly behind Vampere.

"Da.mn right," Sybil snorted in response to his gentlemanly pose but offering a good-natured smile towards him before pushing forward through the hole. Sybil blinked several times in the new space, adjusting her sight to the less luminescent area surrounding them. Since Vampere seemed to be deeply focused on something, Sybil kept verbally silent as the woman purposefully propelled through the naturally entwined, dark vegetation.

Upon being led into an area of what appeared to be some sort of large nest, Sybil's heart rate sped up. More out of excitement than fear.

Does it know we are here? Sybil wondered internally, not voicing any of her thoughts aloud for the time being, lest creating more ways to expose their presence to the dragon. The woman began considering potential ways to approach the dragon once they found it. Although, that heavily depended on whether they had the element of surprise, or if the dragon did.

Sybil pulled off her gloves, leaving her hands bare except for the vibrantly yellow, long nails she sported. She flexed her fingers, specifically her pinkies and index fingers, of which she was able to control her power from with more ease than other parts of her body.

She glanced to Vampere. Sybil was not the most patient, although she knew when to rein these feelings back. First of all, in front of a superior who was concentrating on something, and secondly, on a very vital mission that's success could grant her many spoils. Still, Sybil's restlessness seeped into her innermost thoughts in the form of words and images; the former alternated between impatience and speculation, while the latter consisted of imagining the various items that could be gleaned from a fruitful hunt.

Let's gooooo. Hhhnahhhgg. Hm. It still does feel like a shame to kill it, but it's so da.mn inconvenient with its tricks... the intelligence also makes that sad. But, hm. AAAAA, come onnnnn...

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Kayleth played the gentleman once again, letting Sybil exit the maze after Vampere. She picked on their vague thoughts, following some of them here and there. Kayleth looked for exits and thought of hunting; Sybil was more excited about finally confronting the dragon, strategizing ways to capture it, bemoaning having to kiIl such an intelligent creature. Sybil's mental restlessness aggitated Vampere as well; she knew the other woman was itching to make the first strike. 

Vampere almost shushed them for their thoughts, forgetting for the briefest moment that they weren't speaking aloud, as she picked up on another coherent train of thought... quite possibly coming from their prey. 

Wait. Vampere paused midstep. Alice in Wonderland? What was a dragon doing reading a fanatical tale from another world? Her eyes dilated as she focused, honing in on the location of their prey. 

She glanced over her shoulder, motioning for Kayleth and Sybil to follow silently. She had narrowed down where the dragon currently was, in the fairytale hermit hole. Advancing with soundless footsteps, Vampere approached the home, eyes scanning for an entrance, or an exit. 

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Helena sighed in annoyance, glancing at Scarlet. She hated when Vampere made them watch for patrols. Honestly! She could handle a dragon! After all, she'd been the only one brave enough to try to manhandle him! 

"They better save me some of those teeth and claws..." She grumbled, glancing at Scarlet as she leaned against one of the trees that formed the maze that the dragon had vanished in to. She knew better than to argue with Vampere in situations like this - she outranked her though it still irked her. 

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Sybil crept quietly towards the structure, passing by Vampere. Not out of dissent of her superior, but simply to hasten the process along in finding the most reasonable entrance. Sybil circled around the conglomeration of purposefully constructed building raveled around by nature. On the far side, Sybil approached a door that had not been visible from the direction they had approached the dome from.

Sybil briefly wondered if the dragon really did dwell in such a hominid-like residence. While the house was cute, she was a bit disappointed if that were the case. She would have wished to have found a more wild, beast-like nest, rather than something that seemed more fit for a human. The woman approached the door, gingerly stepping as she went. Due to avoiding treading on anything brittle like dry leaves or fallen sticks, she steered to softer patches of ground whenever possible.

The highlighter-color-clad woman crouched at the door, so as to not be seen from via the nearby window. Sybil glanced back at her two companions, waiting for them to cease movement, quiet it may be. Sybil held her breath as she lifted her squat ever so slightly, just enough to peek through the window. Inside, the room was lit, showcasing various books covering many surfaces, as well as a large collection of well-nursed plants. But the most prevalent sight was the dragon sitting on the couch, appearing to be visually consuming the contents of a book. As odd as the scene was, it was rather picturesque. If nothing else, the dragon reading in the living room indicated that it purposefully resided here rather than had simply retreated to the nearest dwelling as shelter.

Sybil hunkered down as the dragon's sight seemed to be drawn to the doorway. Fortunately, no fearsome sounds or scorching fire greeted them, indicating that the dragon how not positively suspected the group's presence quite yet. Though it did have its attention captured towards the door momentarily, which limited the amount of time they would have for any sort of surprise-attack once they entered the space. There were few options. Due to the layout of the room and the dragon's positioning, they would effectively expose themselves almost immediately upon entering either the door or the few window openings surrounding the room. But this did give Sybil an idea. While the others may be better suited for sneaking due to their specialties, Sybil usually excelled with unpredictability.

One of the windows closer to it... Sybil began planning internally, considering if slipping through one would be more ideal. She considered what she knew about the other two. Vampere had a spear, which was a long-ranged weapon. The dark-haired man had a trapping net, which would be far more useful if they were able to use it in the most open space, being the area inside the door. It would also be burdensome to pull it through a window. Additionally, his fire-based ability would be of more use further away from the flame in order to have time to control it if the dragon decided to call forth fire once more.

Will put me closer to it for my range. And it would distract it more from the door... which will at least give them more than just pushing in would since he'll spot the movement in a second from where he's facing.

Without a word, Sybil turned around and bypassed her companions, leaving them at the entrance. She looped around counter-clockwise the outside of the house. Upon having peeked into the room, Sybil had gathered a decent awareness of the other openings into the room. One of those being close to the couch the dragon sat in, faced away from.

Sybil was very quiet with her swinging open the window, glad it did not seem to be latched. The woman dug around in her pocket for some cotton balls she kept for the purpose of upkeeping her makeup on the go. Once she had tacitly propped herself into a seated position in the frame, she did not attempt to obscure herself any longer. She shoved the fuzzy bundles into her ears, a precaution to the dragon using its scream again. One thing that Sybil was banking on was that the dragon cared enough about its surroundings, which seemed to be its own personal collection, to rein in its use of fire. Meaning, out of the tricks they had been exposed to this far, using its shrill sounds seemed to be one of the more likely attacks it would begin with.

Sybil dropped down onto the floor, her boots clunking against the flooring with a thud. Damp soil and other earthy flakes scattered on the ground as they were knocked off her shoes upon stepping around in the clean space. The woman paid no mind with her moist footsteps, simply staring around at the distinctive items occupying the space. She brought her dark gaze to the silver dragon resting on the couch.

"Quaint." She simply commented, a bit louder than would have been normally as she could not hear herself as well as usual due to her makeshift earplugs. She stared the dragon straight in the eye. "Not that I like books that much myself, as reading is a bit dull... but I'm still pretty impressed a chicken like you knows how."

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Aythora's ear twitched at the subtle sounds, seeming to dampen and louden in certain places. Among louder places in his yard, it sounded suspiciously close to footsteps, but the dragon only narrowed his eyes to it. Waiting for the sounds to completely silence before he went back to reading, his attention more so on the movement outside than his book now.

"Quaint." A female spoke, Aythora's eyes only looked forward, slowly raising his head as he listened to the girl speak. The slow pace of his movements continued as he turned his head, eyes narrowed at the sight of the female's attire. The bright colours threatened to close his eyes before they could completely examine her. The examination ending at her feet where he widened his gaze at the sight of the debris from her shoes. His jaw dropping in shock and a weak near panicked sound exited his mouth.

"Take those off!" He cried, jumping to his feet, his sight completely set on the girls feet and the trail she left behind her. Seeing she seemed to have came from a window in the open kitchen.

"No shoes allowed!" He barked, a little louder than his previous statement, his head nudging into the girl as he pushed her through the living room. Careful to avoid the carpet or funiture as he tried to get the dirty shoes out of his home.

"Take those off!" He repeatedly barked, opening his front door and pushing the bright creature through.

"No shoes allowed in the house" He scoft, slamming the door and then quickly working on sweeping up the dirt she left behind.
He felt his scales start to lift and fall in miniature waves, stopping from his relentless cleaning to stare at his back. The ripples caused the scales to smooth and change colour to his normal skin tone. Not that it was much different from the pale white scales of his dragon form. Aythora's tail pulled itself up his back as he shrank and leaned on his back legs to stand properly on two legs. His tail being practically absorbed by his spine, his wings soon followed the tail into his back as if they were sucked into a vortex. The spiral of spikes that tipped his tail softened as it got to his head, lengthening and multiplying until it filled his head with hair. Aythora stretched out his jaw as his teeth rounded into more humanoid ones and his skull adjusted to the vastly different shape. He gave out a sigh and looked back at the ground, still angrily staring at the dirt left behind. 

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As Vampere scoped out the area, following Kayleth's earlier endeavours, the long-haired man boredly turned his gaze towards the doe-eyed woman from earlier.

She seemed to have her own plans, slinking off towards the side of the abode. 

A soft smirk crept onto Kayleth's lips as he wordless observed her movements, making no effort to alert Vampere of the blatant discretion. 

How she ever planned to practice stealth in such a brazenly lucid costuming was beyond the gentleman, but she seemed to manage nevertheless. 

He observed as the woman quietly unlatched the window at the side of the residence, then slipped inside to make what he assumed was another snide comment. 

At first Kayleth expected the flares of fire to illuminate the sky, forcing him to step in and rescue the woman from certain death, or at the very least permament burn scars. But to his suprise, no such thing occured. Instead, he heard signifigant shouting from an unfamiliar voice. 

Did the dragon have a friend in there?

"Take those off!" The voice screeched, disupting the previously peaceful ambiance of the surrounding forests. "No shoes allowed! Take those off!"

This shout was followed by an eurption of colour as Sybil was unceremoniouslypushed from the abode. Kayleth caught sight of the dragon's snout disappearing from the entrance preceeding the heavy thud of a slamming door. 

"Interesting..." Kayleth hummed to himself, apparently it had been the dragon speaking. He had never encountered a speaking dragon before.

"Well, we might as well respect our host's request." Kayleth decided as he began to stride towards the door. His long legs carried his quickly across the lawn as he passed by Sybil, not ackowoledging her at all.

He quietly removed his shoes and left them by the door. He knocked thee times on the door then grasped the handle. The door gave way with nary a creak and Kayleth stuck his head in, closing the door around his sides to obscure anyone from peering inside.

His eyes landed upon the naked white-haired human male. A large smirk spread across Kayleth's elegant features. "Hey, Beastie~" he cooed, then paused to take in a long inhale. He paused, as if in contemplation, his features contorting in a cute expresison of concentraion. "Is sweet aroma blackberry tea? It smells absolutely delectable." The last word was pointed and purposeful. Kayleth's tongue darted across his lips to empahise his point as he stepped inside, closing the door neatly behind him. "Care to share a cup?"

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Aythora squinted his eyes as he heard three knocks on the door he ushered the brightly coloured woman through. Slightly turning around to tilt his head at the new person who entered his house, the one he remembered who turned his fire blue. Aythora's eyes instantly dropped to the man's feet with a judging narrow gaze as he spoke. Finding his feet bare of shoes and clean of dirt, he looked back at the male's eyes. 
"Did you want a piece of cake with that?" He spoke, the tone was in between biting and crooning, as if he was inviting him in, but still sounded standoffish. His head tilting to the side with a scrutinizing stare. Goosebumps coated his bare body as a slight breeze blew in from the kitchen window, making Aythora glare at the open hole. Walking over without finding cover for his form just to simply close the glass. Only then did he start looking for something to hide the majority of his skin, his gaze landing on a thin blanket back on his couch. Going back to retrieve the fabric and hang it over his shoulders. Holding the corners of the dark coloured blankets around him, crossing his arms and looking back to the long haired male. 
"Okay, what do you want?" 

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Scarlet was just as annoyed as Helena. Sure, they could've handled the situation better- by not manhandling the dragon, but she was sure they could've been helpful. ((I'm resisting the urge to use alternating caps on this somehow.)) She sat down and leaned against Chrysos- irately carving random shapes into the bark of a poor tree nearbly.

"They're probably having some sort of thrilling adventure- filled with danger." Scarlet remarked slashing a cross onto the tree violently. 

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The white haired male performed a once over of Kayleth, causing the gentleman to tilt his head.

"Did you want a piece of cake with that?" The man asked, almost sarcastically.
Kayleth chuckled, "Oh, that sounds delightful."

Taking that as in invitation, Kayleth treaded further into his home, gazing around around the collection of books and artefacts adorning the space. "This is quite the immaculate collection of literature." Kayleth acknowledged politely as the strange dragon shifter grabbed something to cover himself.

"Okay. What do you want?" The man asked.
Kayketh turned back around to face him, disappointed that he was distinctly lacking cake.

"I told you," Kayleth smiled, "some tea."

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"Oh, that sounds delightful" the man chuckled, making Aythora annoyingly look at him. 
"I don't have cake..." he bleakly stated, looking down with a more somber gaze at the thought.

"Although I kinda wish I did.. Cake sounds great right now" he purred. The slight distraction allowed the dark haired male to wander in, now admiring his book collection. Aythora only shrugged to the verbal admiration before the other male turned to him, answering his question with requesting some tea once more. Aythora only squinted his gaze in judgment before walking back to his kitchen to find the tea bags for the beverage. 

"You know, I didn't exactly invite you into my house..." he bit, still making two cups to include him anyways. 

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Kayleth observed as the dragon shifter meanderd into his kitchen to prepare some tea, pulling two cups onto the table despite the apparent hesitation and distrust.

"You know, I didn't exactly invite you into my house..." The man stated callously.

Kayleth merely chuckled in response, maintaining his signature polite smile. He placed a hand over his heart, bending at the hip in a slight apologetic bow. "Do forgive my intrusion and impudence, Beastie.  I believe it is only right that I introduce myself, now that I am in your home. They call me "the Gentleman". As for why we are here, your tortmentation of the locals is what drove us to pursue you. I, however, would much rather share a cup of tea." Kayleth took a seat on Aythora's furniture, folding his legs over one another. "As for my colourdful friend, well, I am not entirely sure she won't try to eat you. I would be wary if I were you."

Kayleth tilted his head, observing quietly as the snowy haired man continued the brewing process. He then unclasped his satchel, pulling the worn leather book from its confines. 

Plucking the pencil from within its pages, Kayleth flipped to a new page and began to sketch quietly, seemingly entirely relaxed and at peace in this stranger's home. 

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"Ugh, I know what you mean! They always make the younger party members guard places. Hello! We need the experience in the field too!" Helena agreed with Scarlet, watching her with Chrysos. 

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Despite her observation of the dragon's inherent intelligence, as well as having aimed her words towards the creature, it was still odd to receive a verbal response from the large reptile. Further, the absolutely exasperated expressions the dragon had provided upon noting her presence. Sybil could not quite make out all the words that the reptile yelped out as a warning, gawking at her form. The cotton worked well enough to muffle the main noun being repeated. With a human, Sybil would have utilized attempting to read their lips alongside the utterances but found it was far more difficult of a skill to put to use on a creature without lips.

Before Sybil could decide whether to pull the cotton from her ears, the dragon approached. Rather than cower away, Sybil held her arms out as if to gently embrace the dragon in a hug, in a way so that she could brush her finger digits against its scales. But the dragon oddly enough did not attack her like she had suspected, merely nuzzled into her middle area. It was stern, but nothing along the lines of harmful. The action pushed Sybil to walk backward across the length of the room, interesting enough behavior to push her to withstand directly touching the beast. It wasn't a straight path, the dragon maneuvering the woman around the furniture and specific bits of the floorspace before finally shoving her out of the main entrance. The door was slammed in front of her face.

Despite the utter failure of not having done anything to subdue the dragon, Sybil was not embarrassed by any means. Rather, she was interested in the lack of maliciousness, aside from a rather rude host. Not that Sybil had been very polite wiggling in through the window in an attempt to sneak up on the animal.

The man of the hunting party waltzed up to the door, taking his shoes off before entering inside in a much more gracious manner.

Sybil ripped her cotton balls out of her ear cavities. "What did it say?"
Sybil ran to the door that had closed behind the gentleman, harshly jiggling the handle until the door burst inwards. She did not bother to take her shoes off, whether due to not having clearly heard the warning about it or because she simply did not care. Sybil was met with the sight of a mostly nude man, some of his pale form only just slightly obscured by a blanket. Sybil's eyes widened, but not due to the man's nakedness Rather, she was shocked the dragon she had seen only moments before had seemingly disappeared from existence.
Sybil was not stupid and therefore considered that the male was one and the same as the beast. Most of the signs pointed towards it. But this did not stop Sybil from booting into the house and stomping down the nearest hall into any doorway she could find in futile search of the dragon. But slamming into any rooms and finding no signs of another soul seemed to solidify the horror in Sybil's stomach at the acknowledgment that the human in the kitchen was the dragon.
Sybil slunk out, glaring at the white-haired male as if he were one of the pieces of muck she that had shed off her boots. Her eyes watered as if she were about to burst into tears from experiencing a great betrayal.
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"They call me "the Gentleman" The man introduced, morphing Aythora's face to fake jovial acceptance.

"Oh, what a gentleman" He darkly purred, glaring at the male as his actions defied his title.

"As for why we are here, your tortmentation of the locals is what drove us to pursue you. I, however, would much rather share a cup of tea." He continued. The statement cocked Aythora's head to the side with questioning glare.

"I didn't torment your city. I just flew over and left... The people who followed me with guns and death threats on the other hand" He sang, the hissing water boiling next to him caught his attention. Grabbing at the pot and pouring the cups holding the tea bags.

"As for my colourdful friend, well, I am not entirely sure she won't try to eat you. I would be wary if I were you." The Gentleman spoke. Aythora placed the tea pot down and looked at him while knotting his eyebrows together, looking off into the distance for a mere moment.

"You know, that's actually a really common threat I seem to hear at lot... So that's oddly not surprising anymore" He bleakly spoke. Shrugging off the strange obession with eating him and placing the tea cup on the counter closest to the long haired man. About to take a sip of his own tea when the brightly coloured woman of their previous topic had bursted into the door and looked at him. Instantly running through his house presumably searching for the "missing dragon" who kicked her out recently. His eyes dropped to her feet once more, another shocked expression pasting onto his features as he watched the dirt trail he just cleaned up being remade.

"Hey! Disco Ball! Take your shoes off!" Aythora snapped, chasing her through out his house, following her back to the living room with a glare pinned to her head. Upon turning around, the brightly dressed female appeared to be on the verge of tears.

"What?" Aythora barked, closing the gap between the two with a near growl leaving his throat.

"Sad that there's no dragon here? Sad that you don't won't get to kill him? Just like how I'll kill you if you don't take your shoes off!" Aythora hissed, slightly raising his lips to show teeth, which started sharpening to a point as he dipped his head.

"And turn yourself down while you're at it... You're so flippin bright" He ordered, annoyance clear in his tone.

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"I am not sad over the lost opportunity of killing, but over the loss of something so beautiful." Sybil's eyes welled over, teardrops escaping her lower lids. It was not a constant stream, but individual droplets that shed every so often during her soliloquy. It was enough to disturb some of her heavy under-eye makeup, mixing it together with the purposeful, stark yellow tones she had applied to her cheeks. Despite her seeming emotional state, the woman leaned down to unclip the clasps on her boots, slipping them off and stepping onto the floor with considerably cleaner, neon yellow socks. Sybil left the boots laying in the center of the room, making no effort to move them out of the walkway.

"Killing you might be a sin we have to commit, but you will live on in other ways. I would ensure it through the use of your body. You offer resources that will prolong other life. A dragon is rare, and beautiful. It would have been a privilege to capture you. Preferably, putting you in captivity for prolonged use. But even in immediate death, whether harvesting you or through consumption, you would have lived on through us. But look at you..."

Sybil's lip rose with a bit of disgust.

"Killing you as a human man would mean absolutely nothing. I could kill or torture a dozen others and it would be all the same if they are human. You are nothing more than a selfish sinner, but too much of a coward to admit it like the rest of us as you pose as a pure being."

Sybil sniffled wetly, clearing her choked-up throat. She seemed to consider the last thing the white-haired man had said in regards to her apparel.

"Would me taking them off make you turn back?" Sybil emplored in something of a beg, grasping the coat around her chest as if she were about to strip. Her dark eyes then flit back to where her muddy boots lay. "If not, I will risk the threat so long as you attempt to kill me in your pure form."

Sybil raced back towards her boots, lifting her socked feet towards the vacant shoes in a threat to put them back on.

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"Yeah" Scarlet agreed "Just because we're younger doesn't mean we can't do anything." she rolled her eyes as she complained- slowling losing interest in destroying the tree.

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"You know, that's actually a really common threat I seem to hear at lot... So that's oddly not surprising anymore." The man commented, earning a laugh from the long haired gentleman. 
"I suppose dragons are a delicacy in some parts of the world. As distasteful as that thought seems." Kayleth hummed, not looking up from the scrapings of his pencil against the pages of his book.
The Gentleman brought his tea cup to his lip, making sure to adequately thank his host before taking his first sip. He peacefully curled his legs underneath himself, sitting criss cross.
As the doe-eyed woman burst loudly into the room and proceeded to trample the place, Kayleth did not once flinch. He merely serenely sipped his tea, focusing on whatever task he had endeavored with his book. He did not seem at all worried of the possibility of it being poisoned in some way.
The thundering footsteps of his new acquaintance signified the white haired male's pursuit of her, this was shortly followed by even more screaming and racket regarding the issue of shoes. 
Sybil eventually compliantly set down her shoes, but seemed visibly upset by the entire occurrence. 
The woman performed a mournful soliloquy, as she grieved the loss of something she seemed pure and true of the world. He had to admit that he quite enjoyed her flair for the theatrics. The words which she chose to speak with reminded Kayleth heavily of some faiths, causing him to wonder if she was raised under pious teachings. 
Regardless, he could not find it within himself to leave a lady in such a distraught state,
Kayleth calmly set down the tea onto the counter adjacent to him. He folded up his book, returning it to its satchel. Then he crossed the room, placing his calloused hand over the hand Sybil was using to grasp the muddy shoes. "Now, now, dear." He purred, his voice gentle and lulling, he did not need magic for the soothing quality his deep voice inherently retained. He carefully pushed her hand down to remove the shoes from her grasp and set them on the floor below. His other hand snaked around to clasp her chin, gently tilting it upwards so that her eyes met his. "Don't let tears stain such an pretty face. If it is beauty you seek, you must look no further than a mirror. We are all sinners in one way or another. You need not grieve the loss of something you never truly possessed." He tilted his head inwards as he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I discovered that asking nicely typically gets you a lot further than you would think. If it is a dragon you wish to see, perhaps befriending this stranger is a far easier route than slaying him." 
Letting her go and taking a step back, that same cheerful smile lit up his face. "Now, why don't you stick around for some tea, hmm? The brew here is magnificent."
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"You saw how I used my skills to land on that dragon's face! I did at least as well as a professional bull rider on him! I wish I managed to grab at least one of his teeth though...Maybe I can steal one of those dragon fang blades at the museum in town if I don't get one of his fangs here..." Helena agreed with Scarlet. Besides, she was the one who first spotted the dragon for their group! 

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Xeius glanced at Helena and Scarlet, noting their agitation and annoyance with Vampere's restricting orders. 

"You'll get your chance soon enough," Xeius said, referring to the other multitude of dangerous events that often happened in Vya. “Have you ridden bullusks before?” Xeius asked conversationally. Bullusks were bull-like creatures with elephantine tusks protruding from their mouths. These were usually sharpened as natural weapons—bullusks were predatory creatures, after all—but domestic bullusks tusks were dulled considerably. The creatures were very similar to normal bulls, but their horns and lethal rage made the two breeds stand apart. Bullusks were generally placid until they got a whiff of Mueller’s Bite, a really hot cooking spice that for some reason sent Bullusks into an uncontrollable rage mode. 

Bullusks were often ridden as a sport once the creature was hyped on Mueller’s Bite. 

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Vampere's idea of a silent approach went to smithereens when both Sybil and Kayleth basically barged into the house, spoiling any element of surprise. Sighing, she entered the house through the door, closing it quietly behind her. As she scanned the quaint interior of the home, Kayleth made conversation with the dragon-turned-human, which earned the pair a raised eyebrow from Vampere. One normally did not converse with prey. And second, they’d been hunting a shapeshifter all along. The shift itself did not surprise her. However, what did surprise her was finding Sybil on the verge of tears. From her telepathy, Vampere understood why. They’d been hunting a human. But what if that human was originally a dragon and taking on this human form was a ruse to force their guards down and attack or escape? She doubted that possibility, based on what thoughts she heard from their ex-prey, but she didn’t entirely dismiss it either. 

Kayleth seemed entirely taken with the human version of their prey, distracting him enough, totally discarding the net she’d given him. Rather than barge into the conversation and possibly frighten their host, Vampere merely leaned against the wall leading into the room where Sybil, Kayleth and the ex-dragon were at, listening to both their minds and conversation.

 
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Helena looked over at the older male, raising an eyebrow. She'd heard of Bullusks. She'd seen them in some of the events at races, but they usually were't hyped up on drugs unless they were used for the more aggressive events like the Bullusk Bust. 

"No, but I've seen them at some of the Griffin races on TV. Never interacted with them personally. Mostly felines and flying critters for me." Helena replied, thinking of some of the racing felines she'd had to steal. Thye ranged in markings from the powerful tigers to the beautiful sleekness of the giant cheetah and the grace of the Timberfangs to name a few of the massive riding felines. They were cats the size of a horse and could run even faster despite having riders. She was thinking of stealing one for herself in fact. 

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“I prefer sleeker swifter creatures myself” Scarlet added

While some people preferred bulkier, powerful creatures- Scarlet preferred the swifter, streamlined ones, partly because riding them was thrilling and partly because they were quick and easy to escape on- in case of a sticky situation.

 

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"I didn't know Disco Balls could sing" Aythora bleakly stated, crossing his arms to the girl's speech, the Gentlemen going to the brightly dressed woman to calm her. Aythora stayed silent as he talked her down, his eyes squinting as she moved into the light. The snow haired male quietly scowled at the reflected colours, going to his windows and closing the blinds, only when he got to the window near the front door did he realize the new guest of his house. His eyes dropped to her feet, seeing the black boots still wrapped around them brought a glare to his face.

'Gods forsaken shoes in the house. Is the sign obscured or something? Why is no one reading the no shoes sign?' Aythora angrily thought to himself, slowly closing the last blind as he held his glare on the darker dressed woman. Only peeling his gaze from her to look at the sign that laid directly behind the doorway. Bold black letters simply saying "no shoes, no enter" on the caramel coloured wooden plate. Aythora brought his attention back to the brightly coloured woman and long haired man, now able to see both properly as the colours on the female's clothes didn't offend his eyes. His bored look wiped off his face as something moved from the girl's pocket, having eight long legs coated with reflective blue fur. The sight held Aythora's gaze for a long moment, his head moving similar to that of an enticed bird or cat. The male moved over to the two talking, holding his hand in front of the spider and taking it off the bright woman. Aythora held the tarantula in the air for a short moment, admiring it's beauty before he pulled it into himself and gracefully rolled onto the ground. His free hand pushing him up into a one handed handstand, a tail growing from his lower back wrapped around a low hanging ceiling beam. Now pulling himself up to hang upside down above the others while he gently pet the blue spider.

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Sybil stiffened at the contact of another's hand covered her own, but made no move to warn the man of the potential danger of directly touching her flesh. Seeing as how within the following moments the man had neither yelled out nor frozen up in fear, it appeared that Sybil's power had not randomly gone into effect at this moment. It was not too surprising, as she was not focused on directing any phobias at the moment. But with her lack of complete control over the ability, there was little telling whether even just touching her boots with one hand while in contact with another individual could render an unwitting victim deathly fearful of winter shoewear for a short time.

Amidst her crying, Sybil could not deny the pacifying caliber of the man's resonating voice, alongside the soothing words he uttered. She allowed herself to calm down. Although, she was mostly rather entranced by the tender touch. The shiver of feeling someone else's breath so close. It was not often Sybil touched anyone for anything aside from inflicting them with internal, mental pain; on the receiving end, any slashes they attempted along the order of self-defense. There was little instance of external human pleasure or even simple stimuli such as brushing skin to skin among friends. While Sybil had some peculiar interests, it was not exactly her idea of a good time to bed with or hang out with someone when they are focused on screaming at something only they can currently see. Even her wild taste in clothing could not distract someone from internally driven, personal fear.

"Wow," Sybil breathed in awe upon the man's finishing sentence. She paused, as if considering his compliments and advice, but her following response was surprisingly off-topic from acknowledging the content of the words themselves. "Have you considered becoming a singer? You could definitely do something jazzy with that voice of yours. I bet your vocal cords are absolutely beautiful."

Truly meant as an accolade, Sybil released her grip on her boots. Having calmed down, her eyes had ceased shedding fresh tears. She simply dabbed at the dampness remaining on her cheeks, hoping her makeup had not ran too messily. Or if it had, hopefully it was in an interesting enough style she could perhaps replicate in future applications.

That was when Sybil felt something wiggle in her pocket. Crazy Eight surfaced from his temporary safe space of her jacket, seeming to glance about the room now that Sybil has ceased her erratic movements.

"I will heed your words, because they are beautiful," Sybil finally addressed the actual words Kayleth had provided her. The woman spread her gold-coated lips apart, offering a smile.

The ex-dragon suddenly approached Sybil. Sybil moved her face from Kayleth, staring intensively at the white haired man. He unexpectedly held his hand out, allowing the newly-emerged tarantula to gingerly crawl onto his palm. Sybil frowned, but did not hasten after the man who was now hanging from the ceiling. Sybil's mouth gapped, greedily sweeping her eye over the appendage.

"If you harm him, I will make sure I split you apart so that it looks like you have eight legs." Sybil warned, but still remained where she stood. So long as the white-haired man meant no harm to her arachnid companion, the woman had little issue with Crazy Eight being separated from her. "But if you actually enjoy the company of spider-folk, I will consider being your friend, filthy sinner."

Sybil aimed a fluttering wink towards the handsome man at her side, as if secretly indicating she was following his whispered advice. Though the act in itself definitely lessened any little, if any, nuance her 180-degree attitude shift had held in the first place.

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Sybil relented, allowing the shoes to drop to the floor. "Have you considered becoming a singer? You could definitely do something jazzy with that voice of yours. I bet your vocal cords are absolutely beautiful." She echoed, her soft tone contrasting the harsher one she had used earlier during her tantrum. 

A deep, rumbling chuckle spilled from Kayleth’s chest. “My lady, you flatter me.” He murmured, placing a hand at his heart, bending at the hips in a slight bow of acknowledgement. 

Kayleth reached out to clasp her hand as her fingers drifted up to wipe away the tears. “Allow me.” He rumbled, extending his thumb to softly caress the tears from her face.

"I will heed your words, because they are beautiful," Sybil finally acknowledged. 

Kayleth chortled once again, a smile creeping onto his features. He dipped his head then smoothed the wrinkles out in his attire. 

He turned away as Aythora approached to retrieve an arachnid from Sybil that Kayleth had not previously noticed.

After a brief threat, Sybil finally heeded his advice and extended a proverbial olive branch. "But if you actually enjoy the company of spider-folk, I will consider being your friend, filthy sinner." The brightly-clad woman offered Kayleth a wink. 

Shaking his head, Kayleth merely replied with a thumbs up. That was not entirely his point, but he supposed it was close enough. 

Scanning the area, he noticed Vampere residing by the door frame, looking entirely unamused at what had just transpired. 

A coy smile teased at Kayleth’s lips as he approached. Gliding over, the long-haired gentleman approached her side, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. “Shoes, luv.” He murmured into her ear very quietly. “Isn’t it more valuable to make an ally than a foe?” 

With his usual charming smile, Kayleth departed from Vampere’s side and settled back down on the couch to resume his tea.

While he spoke as if he were strategically attempting to form some kind of alliance, he was truly just content to get back to his tea and sketchbook now that everyone had finally calmed down. Managing people was like herding cats at times. It had been a busy day, and Kayleth hardly had the time to acclimate before Vampere swooped down on her gryphon to pluck him from his daily endeavours and join them on this dragon hunt. Upon discovering that their dragon friend was in fact a handsome man, Kayleth lost all motivation to actively slay the beast. Not that he had much to begin with. 

Being caught wrangling and slaying such a creature was largely against his aesthetics. A true gentleman always offered a chance to talk and was never caught with blood on his hands. Of course it was like Kayleth to end up having tea with the enemy instead of slaughtering them as initally expected.

Stirring his tea, Kayleth took another sip and once again commenced his sketching. 

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Habitually nimble in posture, Alphonse's hickory-toned derbies gingerly traipsed down the Syndicate hallways without much of a sound to accompany the man's presence. A larger indicator of the man's quiet, fairly unremarkable existence was the light tap of a cane against the tile flooring. The cane was less utilized as a form of bodily assistance as it was simply an accessory that accompanied him daily. Much like the wire-rim glasses that framed his peculiar eyes, though the spectacles Alphonse actually did sport for their supplemental features.

The clothing the man donned was nothing outstanding, though at the same time appeared smart and put-together. His usual color tones of choice were in the earthy spectrum, ranging from paler off-whites, creams, and beiges to deeper browns, grays, and simple blacks. Even if he wore something along the primary color spectrum, it was usually dark-hued in tone. Despite not standing out much in terms of vibrance, it was perhaps in being rather uniquely old-fashioned in selection.

The cane was perhaps the most outstanding article that the twenty-and-something-year-old flourished, and quite feasibly the most elaborate at first glance. The piece of wood was elegant. The floral accents sculpted into the stalk were all purposeful, blending into each of the other patterns winding up and around the length of the wood. The texturing of the ornamentation was done in a style like that of a cross-stitched canvas, adding to the level of detail and making it almost appear as if one had really managed to mesh fabric and thread into the surface of the exotic rosewood harvested from a faraway continent in the lower hemisphere.

Alphonse stopped at the entryway to the primary mess hall of the Syndicate, serving as a cafeteria to the many departments that made up the institution. He reached out a hand to the handle of the door, swinging the entryway open for the two gentlemen.

"After you," Alphonse muttered softly to his companion, his voice reflecting a rather light, tenor-like vocal range.

The two men had just concluded one of Alphonse's training sessions. Specifically, with one of the few novices that Alphonse currently oversaw the instruction of. The girl had a Vis ability that allowed her to home in on targets. It was a particularly useful power, as the girl could use various long-ranged weapons to attack a foe with the intention of the object she propelled always being able to eventually hit its target. With time and many hours of practice, it may always be able to do so without fail. Though, that was still to be seen and depended on many factors.

This was why Alphonse had conducted a rather unique amalgamation of activity, essentially utilizing the main components of the games of tag of hide-and-seek. All with the inclusion of Shiloh, the man companioning Alphonse.

Shiloh's Vis and Vodiem were quite perfect for testing out the limitations of the homing effect the student possessed. Shiloh could transform into another form, which was used to experiment with whether the targeting power would still persist in its pursuit, even if the target now appeared different in biological makeup. Secondly, Shiloh's Vodiem power, allowing the young man to melt and match into shadows, examined whether the targeting power persisted when the target was hiding in something the projectile could hypothetically never enter itself. Alphonse had less participation as a 'player' in the game, simply providing feedback, advice, and very many critiques. As well as shining a nearby flashlight on the areas that Shiloh had mimicked so that the latter could be freed from the shady shackles. The enhanced version of hide-and-seek, of course, utilized non-sharp objects, so that any time Shiloh was struck, it was simply with foam-like pieces, ribbons, or other inherently harmless projectiles. Alphonse will eventually have his student utilize actual weapons in other practices, which she was itching to partake in, but he was unwavering in his opinion she was not yet skilled enough to attempt more enhanced techniques quite yet.

Overall, the session had enabled both Alphonse and his student to gain a better understanding of the girl's strengths and limitations, as well as testing her personal trigger for the ability.

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Vampere rolled her eyes at Kayleth's reminder. She was not about to kowtow to her assistant's preferences. However, forming some sort of alliance or truce with the shapeshifter was priority at the moment; killing the shapeshifter's beast form would serve no purpose, at least not yet.

She didn't want to add to her vulnerability by taking off her boots, so with a small snap of her fingers, she crystallized what dirt was stuck to the soles of her boots. Shaking off the smalls crystal bits, leaving an obvious trail of useless mineral shards, Vampere entered the room and wandered over to the book shelf [i forgor the layout of the living room sorreh]. Picking one at random, she took it off the shelf and opened it, examining the contents of the pages. 

"Huh," was all she said. She thought of what they should do next. Sybil seemed entranced with the shapeshifter, mentally overwhelmed at almost having killed a human in the skin of a dragon. Kayleth was Kayleth, flirting with practically everyone and everything he encountered. Sighing, Vampere turned to face their "host", who was now haning from the rafters holding some sort of spider like it was his new obsession. 

"What's your name?" Vampere asked, still holding the book. She was mildly surprised her two more civil accomplices hadn't asked that yet. 

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"If you harm him, I will make sure I split you apart so that it looks like you have eight legs." Sybil warned, Aythora only looked at her absentmindedly, tilting his head ever so slightly.
"Sounds like a date" He chirped before fixating his eyes on the blue creature in his hands, letting the tarantula crawl up his arms.
"But I'd never harm such a beautiful creature, it's far too precious" Aythora cooed, placing his hand in front of the spider's path so he could reposition it when it crawled on.
"So, what are you doing here exactly? Figure you guys would take a hint and leave after all the fire, and yelling and... Fire" Aythora grumbled, but still kept his gaze on the spider. However, the movement from the female at the door stole his attention. Turning his head to watch her take all the dirt and other remnants off her shoes with magic before walking towards his book case.
"You know, just because they're clean doesn't mean keep them on. You're lucky I'm even letting any of you stay here as, if I need to remind you, you are unwanted guests. The least you could do is be respectful of my house's rules" he hissed out, staring directly at the women's shoes. Slowly lowering himself to the floor, his arms extended to some unnatural length. His spine had also lengthened and slightly spiked through the blanket still covering him. He used his new long arms to slowly pull himself across the floor, his tail following from the beam above much like a snake would on a tree. His feet curled around the wood with large claws not quite meant to be on human feet. The blue spider he had been fascinated by had crawled up to his neck. A small grumbling hiss escaped his throat as he neared the woman.

"Shoes. Off. Or you won't have any feet left"

 

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Shiloh bowed his head to the older male as he walked through the door, his nose instantly picked up the scent of various foods. The scent threatened his stomach to growl, but it refrained, leaving him to enjoy the smell until he could get to it. Upon entering the cafeteria, Shiloh's yellow eyes glided over the heads of the room, not looking for anyone in particular, but he was able to place names to a few of the other occupants. Not many eyes had turned to view them, but for those who had, saw the odd contrast in their attire. Unlike the dated preference of his company, Shiloh wore a dark, long sleeve dress shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, along with sleek black pants that fitted neatly to his legs.

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Sybil's unease with the dragon-human having stolen her tarantula companion lessened slightly when he indicated he did not have an interest in harming it. Sybil supposed she would take his word on it since he seemed quite enchanted by the blue arachnid.

The white-haired man suddenly hissed a warning to Vampere, his various limbs and body parts morphing and elongating into something not quite human. Sybil approached the man, fascinated by the transformation process taking place before her eyes. However, it seemed that the dragon-man did not intend to completely alter his form, leaving the yellow-clad woman a bit dispirited. Sybil jumped closer, fighting the urge to hug onto the tail slithering down from the ceiling as it followed its owner. Considering the odd middle-ground between existing as a half beast, she allowed various intrusive thoughts to spill from her lips, ignoring the complaints spewing from the hybrid's mouth.

"Do you have a dung pile?" Sybil asked, still inspecting the tail, tapping a few of her sharp nails against her chin. "Or do you sh.it in a toilet like the rest of us... but how does that work as a dragon? And how would your children work? Would they be human or dragons? Does it depend on who you mate with, or what form? Or are you sterile?"

Despite the questions stemming from curiosity, the woman was also appraising potential resources for her work. While perhaps not as much in popular demand as dragon scales and teeth, Sybil was certain that items such as fresh dragon feces or other bodily fluids would capture a very niche market that would pay a pretty coin for such rarities. It was at least something to consider if they really were attempting to make some sort of agreement with the man, rather than killing him.

 

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Alphonse padded towards the lunch line from across the room, finding that he could not well perceive a sign denoting the name of the chef on duty. Not that Alphonse was surprised. He was well aware that even with his lenses on that he needed to be several paces closer before he could make sense of words beyond simply existing as a distant splotch of dark ink on an off-white background. Approaching the counters presented Alphonse with some disappointing yet not unexpected news, considering the day of the week. His favorite chef was not on duty. Not that it was too inconvenient, merely a facet of self-preference. A faintly displeased exhale escaped the man's nose. He did not voice his personal gripe, simply making the best of the situation. Temporarily tucking his cane in the crook of his arm to allow both of his hands to be freed, Alphonse grabbed a few items that struck his fancy.

"It's been quite a while since we've been graced by your presence around these parts," Alphonse mused in his usual quiet yet articulate manner to Shiloh, offering a faint smile to accompany the words. His tone was not sarcastic but held a slight tinge of what was meant to be well-disposed humor to accompany the wording. The paler-haired man did not attempt pry into the details regarding whatever mission Shiloh had last been sent out on, but inched enough at the topic enough to spark a conversation into development. Aside from having asked the younger man to aid Alphonse's training today, they had not really actually discussed much aside from specifics regarding the activity itself.

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Kayleth largely ignored the antics of his addled team, seemingly entirely too engrossed in his present occupation to pay much mind. Although when he did spare a look upwards, he was greeted by the uncanny portions of Beastie. The male's spine had stretched beyond human capabilities, his limbs following suit as he approached Vampere with a certain menace. He had managed to expertly dance around the topic of his name.
A shallow smirk found its way onto Kayleth’s lips as themgentleman quietly wondered what else the white-haired shifter could stretch. 
Returning his attention to his book, Kayleth resumed his endeavours, only partially paying heed to the going-ons of the world around him.
Sybil had engaged Beastie in a series of increasingly impudent questions. While Kayleth found them to be entirely in distaste, he would be lying if he were to say that his interests were not piqued. 
Raising the pen to the edge of his lips, Kayleth habitually bit down on the tip of the pen, his brow furrowed in a concentrated expression as he sternly gazed down at the pages before him. 
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(just waiting on my group!)

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((I think I was the last one who posted from your group?))

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(not sure if anyone else was in our group, but I'm pretty sure there was a third and we were discussing in world creatures or something?)