Beastily roamings

[Beastie]

He was in one of those moods, he knew it. He also knew he had to get out and do something about it. He moved quietly through the forests, sniffing at the air. He stopped suddenly. There. That is what he was looking for. He headed off into the forest, a huge smile on his scaly snout.

His talons normally dug into the earth easily, but not this time. This time he moved so light. He learned a few things from his Stormbringer friend. He barely left any kind of mark on the ground, it would definitely be hard to track him. This was one of the times he was glad his scent did not match what he was.

[Sky]

What was that unusual smell Sky was getting, the forest was not emoting anything harsh or negative towards it. All he could do was trail that scent. It was a hard day to follow a scent the wind was blowing. Not hard mind you but the directions shifted a lot.

He was trying to find tracks or anything, at best he could find a few snapped twigs, he was following soemthing that either didn't want to be followed, or was purposely trying to mess with him.

[Beastie]

The beast grinned as he caught a new scent on the air. Granted it shifted with the wind, but he had caught it. Some thing was tracking him. So be it. he moved forward, this time making his tracks seem like something else.

At one spot he made to many tracks, he knew here something would have to stop to examine. mainly because why would something that did not want to be tracked make so many all of a sudden. When he was sure he would have the trackers attention for a bit. He shifted into the shadows.

The shadows worked so well for him, as he did not have a scent and no one would know where he was. So now he waited and watched and prepared.

[Sky]

Sky did catch up to that point and suddenly saw all the tracks. He wasn't stupid he knew if soemthign was hiding its tracks it would want to keep hiding it. Unless he pulled his old trick of making tracks go the wrong way to fool someone.

He stopped thinking he was oh so smart but faile to realize that he was doing exactly what whatever he was tracking wanted him to do. He stood, muscles twitching as he thought.

[Beastie]

That was the moment he was waiting for. He did not rush out to his prey and spook them. no this beast simply used the shadows. Ah the shadow. How they made hunting so much fun.

he raised up out of those shadows, but before her went to his full height, he let his teeth close around the meaty side of this cat. he was of the dragon kind. There was not much he would not eat. With him in this frame of mind, he was not thinking as he normally would. He was thinking of the hunt. The kill. The violence. The warm feel of blood over his scales. The delicious sounds of meat tearing and bones snapping.

This is what he lived for. So now as he rose up, her would take his prey with him. Shaking his head in a violent way. Was there a chance of escape? Always. But would the prey be the same after that, would be the question.

[Sky]

Holy crap ow! Next thing sky knew was he was being lifted up and shots of pain flowed through his body. His snarled out visciously and his body immediatly bent unnaturally to bring his clawed hand into one eye and his clawed foot into another.

His free hand still went straight fo the nostrils and his otehr foot kicked at the throat. his body contorting into all kinds of weird poses. He was hurting and the movements hurt more but he knew he would die if he didt do something.

[Beastie]

He jerked his head as was kicked and clawed. good his prey wanted to fight. Fighting just made him hungrier. The kick to the throat is what made him open his mouth, but not in pain. He roared in agreement with his prey. let them make this hunt fun.

He lashed out with his own talons. Ripping and rending. He lashed out a kick to the side that he had bitten, pieces of fur still in his mouth. He actually seemed to grin at the idea of a Dance.

He whirled and twirled. Every part of him lashing out at his prey. He was truly a sight to see as he went into the Dance moves he knew by heart. But at the same time, heat waves would be seen shimmering around his body.

[Sky]

Sky hit the ground on his feet and took the first blow reeling. He wasnt prepared ofr it as if it even mattered. He then began to glow a light green shimmering around him, almost imperectable. One would think their eyes were playing tricks.

Sky knew nothing of defense, but he knew offnse, everytime Dre threw a swing or a kick he would attack it, for he saw every body part as a target. sky was a flurry of claws fist and fur.

He spent a lot of his time in the air, sending out double spin kicks and trying to rend gut with his feet at teh same time slashing with his hands. His speed was usually his advantage but this beast was fast as well, sky was only a little faster but no where near as strong, so he attempted to make up for it in visciusness.

[Beastie]

So his prey was ramping up and thinking they could be more vicious then him. Only one problem, they did not know him. of course at this moment he did not know it was Sky. Just food to hunt.

He let out a huge roar, the heated gas he had been saving up rushing at him. This gas would blind all the senses and burn like chlorine. With the heated air around him, some would even catch aflame and burn him as well.

As soon as that gas was released, he hid in the shadows once more. But was he done with his prey? Oh hell know. For now he used the shadows themselves to attack him. As well as things suddenly flying at him.

But he did get real sneaky. For after the gas cleared, a black form that looked like Dre would be seen heading off into the forest. Maybe he had given up.

[Sky]

Sky saw the gas coming and out of sheer luck managed to swirl teh air around him int a small protective bubble. His abilities in this sort of thin wasnt all that strong but good enough for desperate situations like now. when teh gas cleared he looked aroun and saw that receeding form.

He kne he was about to run into anothe trap but he was not finished. He ignored the pain in his side and began to dart after Dre. He didn't run in exactly a straight line. Every now an d again he would actaully jump againsta tree and leap from tree to tree making his mvoements very unpredictable.

"I will kill you coward. You dont know who the hell your messing with. Fight me liek you have some honor!" Now Sky was in his true elemant

[Beastie]

Dre stayed in the shadows and watched. Tree leaping? Well that made sense to him. After all, from the taste in his mouth, he was dealing with a cat of some sort. He always enjoyed eating a good kitty. He also filed away the speed of this cat.

No damage from the gas. No damage from the little flame bursts. Oh this was going to be fun. The beast had left his blades at home. That would have made this to easy.

It seems what has not clicked, was this was not the rational Dre. This was not the one who talked and conversed and was friendly. No this was the beast that raged like a Brujah and a fire Dragon. Who had the hunger of them both. Who had the natural instincts of being the god of war.

The words of the cat rang in his head and they did but one thing, make him madder. Maybe it was time to show his prey who it was dealing with.

He moved through the shadows. laying traps here and there. these traps were not harmful so to say. Just annoying. They would mess with ones head for sure. Simple things really. Like: the prey seeing himself further away, sounds on the air, stepping on a tree and its foot going through the tree, turning a corner and there is a shadow of the beast looking at him. All was intent on making him see and hear things not there. The intent was to weaken it.

That was when he sprang forth. The prey want vicious. He would give it vicious. He came out of no where and bit the other side of his prey. The kitty did taste good. His talons reaching down to rip at hamstrings. Then he was gone, with just his tail going to hit the prey in the head.

[Sky]

He wasn't fooled by the false trees or sounds, after all he could feel the forest and what was there typically an what wasn't. He had his ears perked and was shocked at the fact that suddenly the creature had silently snuck up on him. With his fast reaction speed he made a leap at him intending to take the shadows throat.

To find out all that was there was a shadow. In his confusion suddenly he felt a blow land from his side, more teeth. The pain shot through him like an exploding volcano.

However Sky had a few tricks of his own, he himself at this point was losing the rational Sky that would have said run, fight another day. He was caving to his more feral side and was ready to fight to the bitter end. He let out a loud feral snarl.

Now sky had a few tricks of his own, and when the tail came for him he took a swipe at it then completly side stepped time. Everything seemed to be holding perfectly still, and Sky could feel his very essence leaking from him from using such a powerful gift, his trump card. He ran to the front of Dre watching him. To everything else in this world it would appear as if sky had teleported. Sky made a leap since he was unable to attack in that state he came out just before he sunk his teeth into the beasts throat.

[Beastie]

Teeth were able to find just the right ways to slip past his scales and bit flesh. Soon, he felt the warmth of his only blood on him. The smell of it filling his nostrils. He relished and it grabbed the cat by the throat. His hands big enough that the talons could reach pressure points, and he began to squeeze. Squeezing as hard as he could.

He was going to force his prey to release him. He was now lost in the rush of it all. His father had called it a Blood Lust. His father told him to embrace it and use it and that is just what he did. With his hand squeezing his throat, his right hand came up and formed a fist.

That fist came down and began to pound into the head of his prey. Those punches would be like falling off a cliff and hitting your head on every rock on the way down. At the same time he opened his mind to the rage and began to use his inherent dragon abilities to make it feel like his bones were bursting one by one. That his muscles were being ripped to shred b being in a wood chopper. His nerves aflame with pain. The feel of every bit of his fur being torn out of him.

Viciousness. That is what he was being. The fist still raining blows, but now his head was involved as well. His super thick skull crashing into the body of his victim. Threads of Wind punching at him as well like he was a speed bag.

Coward? No honour? These were the things said to him. He weaved the threads of fire to help as well. Blows landing from it like fists asked a slap of meat. He broke bones, he crushed cartilage, he ripped muscles. He was going to make sure that he was not underestimated again. He continued on until he was almost sure that his prey was down to its last breath, then threw him to the ground as hard as he could.

[Sky]

As soon as that first blow landed, Sky knew he wouldn't be able to take very many of them. He felt the crashing blows falling down on him, but now was his chance. It seemed to almost happen to fast for even him to react.

The energy of the the very earth was sucked out ofthe trees and grass, plants died instantly and tears flowed down his eyes as he felt nature emotions rush through him, a worse agony then the blows he as receiving.

The green light shot into him a million threads peircing into Skys own body. While he still had his fangs inside of Dre he sent that energy all that magic he had absorbed and converted into nothing more then a pure river of pain flowing from his fangs and into Dre's body.

Dre's body would feel the mst intense pain possible as the energies of the magic forced into his body overwhelmed him. Skyh was jsut bearly able to get this off before his battered and broken body was thrown into a heap of fur and meat on the ground.

Sky then coughed up what could be considered more then a mouth full of blood. Despite everything, despite the pain despite the broken bones, Sky pathetically but miraculously pushed himself to his feet. He raised up his left arm, the only one that would work right now and took stance. He was unwilling to attack unless the beast came at him again. He was hoping after that douse of sheer Azatran magic he would back off.

"I... I will nev... never stay down... not.. alive at least... you... you hear me?"

[Beastie]

Dre was hit with the most intense pain ever. Knocking him on his arse hard. He sat there and let it run through him. His body absorbing it. Pain he was use to. "After all he had been married, enslaved, beaten and descaled before. But even this brought a tear to his eye.

A single tear ran down his snout. But did it stop him? No. He too got to his feet, all the worse for wear. He looked at the cat and did an odd thing. He simply smiled.

The pain had rendered his tail useless and one of his arms. So be it. he had one arm and two legs. he knew he had to act fast, for the blood loss was weakening him. So what did he do. He stood there, the heat around him growing once more.

All the while that grin never leaving his face. As he was doing this the smell of burnt ozone was filling the air. The a soft POP! was heard. And Dre, eyes locked on the cats, simply winked.

Opening his mouth, he unhinged it, so his maw was open wider still. A whoosh was heard that instantly ignited with the heat air around him. Traces of lightning curled and wrapped around the stream of dragon's fire. Threads of wind warping it to cover a wide area. An invisible force holding the cat where it was, so that it would hit him dead on.

Then the beast collapsed. exhausted.







For now.....

[Sky]

Sky smiled back at the beast with a fangy smile. some of those fangs ofcourse missing. He then felt the heat the unrush and before the full attack landed he was already passed out. His fur (as stated in prevoious threads) was fire resistant so it did not singe away but that didnt stop the heat from burning him into submission, his body not so resistant. He too fell to the ground.

After a few moments wolves picked their way through the trees and began to grab Sky by his fur. They dragged him away, a trail of blood following behind him as he went. Sky was totally unaware he even still lived.

[Guest]

There had to be a reason. Why Brother Thor chose here to tread. Instead of their Earth realm. He already chose one from this place as vessel. The vessel of Lenneth the Bore. And Brother mentioned how Donald Blake and De'ryanna were needed to help them find more here to become as they were. Could it be that Brother Thor had forsaken the Earth's children as potential house? Sought to pepper Asgard solely with vessels of this confused realm? What Chaos.

It meant she had to know here. Though her haunt of choice was Earth. If Brother Thor had interest here it behooved her. To come to know this place better than he. For that reason she skulked over these lands. Since the conversation between they three in the Kingdom. Lurking about the building where the vessels dwelled. But also the land surrounding. Like this near forest.

Through it she traveled unseen. A rock. A tree. A blade of grass. The breeze. From form to form. Effortlessly. Like the smooth glide of a snake. Her search in no particular direction. Until. Smells on the air. Of blood. Violence. Pain. Injury. Her course shifted. Soon she felt the change. In the air. There was a lingering buzz. One she knew well. The feel of an area rocked recently by Chaos.

And there. Its fallen warrior. What manner of beast...? Now she understood Brother Thor's aims. There were no such creatures on Midgard. None like this at least. It begged a closer look. From a point higher than the fallen one. So she might look down upon him. The bird in the sky? The bee buzzing near? That burst of wind? One couldn't know but she.

He'd feel her instead within. Deep in his mind. Like a pinch to his spirit. Scrumptious. That was a whisper on the wind. The next came to life in his mind like any of his own thoughts: Wake now. A savior is near. A healer, I must show I'm worthy of her gift.

If he opened his eyes. He would see no one. But he would be feel her there. A vibrant buzz in the air. Electric. A current that made all things stand on end. Or stand at the ready. Such a tempting tickle to the senses. The wind spoke again. Name yourself to me.

[Beastie]

He laid there dreaming. dreaming of hunts and battles. Of wars and violence. Of vithings and submissions. He was ravished from the battle. His blood soaking the ground.

Then he heard it. a voice saying a healer was nearby. yes, he needed a healer. He needed to hunt more. To rage more. To Dance more. He had to show that he was worthy of saving. he had to show how strong he was.

He lifted himself up, slowly and painfully. At his full height he stood there. Wondering which direction to go. He decided that if he was to say his name, then maybe he would get an inkling which way to go.

"HEALER!," he roared. The winds picking up to carry his words. That magick would be seen coming from him. "Know that I search for you. I who is known as the Beastie by many. I who am known by Bastard by more. I who am known as Dre by friends and family. I who am known as Lord Dreconis Dragonis-Darkmane, Lord of the house of Darkmane and RhyDin God of Battle and Winds, by those that are to formal. I am who am known as more. Take your pick healer, but I shall find you and I shall be healed."

That took more out of him then he though for he fell to a knee, that knee seeming to sink into the ground as he was part ways in the shadows now.

[Guest]

If only she could sample them. His dreams. Feast on them like fine appetizers. What delicacies she would have tasted. But those doors were closed to her. His dreams were safe

She did taste his winds. A maven of energy. To trace effects to their cause was simple for her. Wind. A destructive force. Potentially. As so many things potentially were. From her vantage point she also watched him. How he moved. Could and couldn't. Such tales told her of his injuries. She did present herself as a healer to him. And so she would be. If he earned her gifts. Agreed to her terms.

His words. As he struggled to stand and present himself. What was this? A god of this land? Laying like the vanquished in this wilderness? And she the only one to follow the trail and find him. Was the wheel of chance giving her promises of fortune once more?

A tree a short distance behind him. Its canopy rustled. But it was not with the wind. It was with her voice. Speaking out from the rustle of leaves. Find me will you? The sway of branches was like laughter. Find me you must. You are injured, Bastard Beast.

The location of her voice changed. A nearby fallen branch cracked to life. Her voice emerging. From what was now quickly decaying wood. Consuming the woods energy to speak. She was still not manifest in flesh. The answers to her next words would determine it. How she would manifest to him. Much hinged on his reply. Including grace of her gifts. He would hear. God of this land. Fallen in battle. With none here of your ilk to tend you? Explain the manner of this. Why does the scent of your violence and injury bring only a god from another realm? Are you a lone god of this land? Are you cast out? Forsaken?

And then. Around him. Inside him. He would feel her electrics. A buzz of vigor. Power. Chaos. Impulse. Abandon. Stronger than adrenaline. More thrilling than the kill. More pleasurable than any lustful act. Feel me. Those who receive my gifts are touched by me always. Accept this price, do you God of this Land?

[Beastie]

"I stay injured healer. Always. For a Beast must hunt and a Bastard must hurt. A Bastard Beast must do both."

He looked around and asked, "Are you to ridicule me as well for not having an entourage? My 'ilk' as you call them, are busy or away or know not of me. After all, am just a fledgling in the powers I have. I teach myself. So maybe I am cast out. Maybe I am forsaken. Maybe I am just to much of a beast to tame. "

His strength was returning as he stood there. Mainly because he was getting pissed off. Then he felt her gifts. He stood up and looked around. what was going on?

"No one gives anything for nothing. No one gives gifts without something n return. What do you want in return? Answer this before I decide oh strange and yet cowardly voice that hides behind things. How do I accept something from one I do not even see? Is it fear? Shame? or More that keeps you from showing yourself to me."

He was a stubborn one, that was easy to see. But there was more to him then many would ever see. More then he normally showed. It would show that even in his fight, he held back. Just to feel the pain.

[Guest]

His responses told her much. About what manner of man was he. Where his opinions lie. His nerves. His triumphs. His views. All found fascinating. No matter how this meeting ended. This encounter was useful. An introduction to the Gods of this Land. And their manner of being. A anthropological study of the local divine. Their habits. Their ways.

His anger tasted best. Naturally, for her. Anger was a common catalyst for Chaos. Easy to prey on. Easy to feed like a wildfire. Easy to stroke like an ego. Easy to mold like clay. So many paths to walk. Choices to make. Add to this, his questions. Bordering on accusations, some. Bordering on insults, others. Combine this pair, anger and questioning. To it she would present to him the Wise One. And she would appear to him. But first. One erudite point must be made. Spoken to his mind.

What will seeing prove, Bastard Beast? How will sight tell you accept or deny? My voice has spoken to you from trees and wind. The possibilities of my physical form are endless. How will you know which shape is Truth? How does the blind man know Truth? Sight, God of this Land, is not absolute.

Lesson ended. She took shape. Sitting upon a thick branch. In the tree canopy her voice had spoken from. Was that her location a moment ago? No. But it was now. There, a woman. In suit fashioned of dark green and rich golden yellow. Which hugged every inch of her shape. A garment that cut in a low V. To accentuate the mounds of her womanhood. A cloak of soft brown fur. Clasped at the throat. A crown of two horns. Shining gold. Her regalia. Worn when she walked Asgard. Should any who crossed her path in the past see her now. They would not make the connection. Between Wylie and this woman in the tree. Though features were the same. The will of Chaos overrode such potential to recognize.

Her posture, relaxed. Her expression, neutral. Her gaze, a thicket to be lost in. Jungle eyes set on him. "Now. Lord Dreconis Dragonis-Darkmane, we speak." The lovely of her lips curled. In a slight smile. Her voice was music. Timbre a dance without movement. Who wouldn't want to talk? When such sounds graced the air? "Tell me. For a visitor to pose a question. Is such ridicule? How else am I to know of this land? Its gods? But forgive me. This I must speak. In my realm I am you. The beast untamable. And yet never would my kin desert me in a moment of need." Planting the seed. That his ilk were wrong. To leave him abandoned so.

From her place in this tree. Forward she leaned. Balance maintained with ease. As if she didn't need the tree under her at all to sit so. This was Truth. She was a being gifted with flight. Defier of gravity. Her eyes strayed. To take stock of him. His injury. A second time, for this time he could see her do it. "Your lack of hope in others concerns me. So this my answer shall be. I will heal you, God of this Land. And ask nothing of return. This time. But should you need me again. On that occasion there shall be a price."

She leaned back. Green thicket eyes regarding his. There again that slight smile. "Do you accept, one who is known as Dre by friends and family?"

[Beastie]

he listened to the voice question his wisdom to see, and with that he responded.

"A blind man sees the Truth in his own way, not with sight granted. but even he sees it. Sight is not absolute, but already I see many things. I see games being played. I see, from what you have said, are in some way a shape shifter. I see that you offer a gift.

"So why would sight be important. Simple. Not all wish to be standing around with there vithing blue ribbon in their hands talking to nothing. especially if they are considered an abomination by several races. I want to see who my captor is or who my benefactor is. So that one day, this Bastard Beast, may return the favor in kind."

And then he saw her, or more like felt her. His scaly head whipping around in a serpentine fashion to take her in. He studied her. Every inch. He actually seemed to be filing away her form and other things into his memory. Watching how she moved and talked to him.all of it filed away.

Then he spoke, "I am still no use to there being visitors who do not know of the ways of RhyDin. Besides, again there could have been a trap and one such as me is often ridiculed for not living as others, or for living at all.

"Many do not asks questions of me. The see one of my mothers first, or one that follow her. So I shall not apologize. as for learning of this land, a friend of mind has it best. Sometimes it is best to watch then to ask. But when you ask, you ask the right people the right way. So sayeth the Stormbringer."

He stopped at the mention of his kin. "My kin are busy with many a things. Or else I know them not. I often take care of myself. So if you think to Dance with me, then you underestimate me."

With that he flashed one of those grins that would make many a person run. He then reached into a pouch and pulled out one of his 'apples' He was humming an old fave as he came down, bouncing a juicy 'apple' in his hand. There was a sickening crunch, actually was more of a squish. The goblin's face stretched into a strange sadistic smile. Pieces of gore and bones littering around him and the ground.

He ate about half it and then tossed it tot he woman, gauging a reaction. His forked tongue came out to lick the pieces off his scaly lips and nodded. "I accept this once. But I will say that I do not think you are doing this out of the kindness of your heart."

As he stood there waiting he said one last thing, "Have you thought that I have no entrarouge because i am to dangerous or a jinx. Maybe I am to chaotic to be around. I was born to Dance and Dancing is what I do. Maybe my kin have forsaken me and do not wish to train me, for that same reason."

[Guest]

His responses told her much. Not as answers to her questions. But as insights into him. Of himself he spoke volumes. When it came to one as crafty as she. A force for whom a single word meant a thousand. Did this God of this Land disclose how others felt about him. Or about how this Bastard Beast felt about himself. Or as there are two sides to coins, perhaps both. No matter the impetus. One thing was certain. This creature carried with him Wariness. Distrust. Anger. Shame, all of those. Shame. When to one as she he was so beautiful. Force incarnate. She was certain he was this. When he allowed himself to be.

She let him speak. All of his words without interruption. Do all of his actions without interruption. To interrupt him would likely taint his thought. Sway him in another direction like a reed. She did not want this. She wanted to see the manner in which his ways moved forward unstopped. Her reply would be so much shorter. Than all the words he sprinkled on the wind. To wait was to learn. And gain.

And Mother. There it was again. What was it about the males of this land. So closely tied to Mother. But the bigger question. Was this mention coincidence? The notion was filed away. The answer would come in time. If opportunity struck the right cord. Or revealed the right clue. A single thread was always part of a larger web.

His grin did not make her run. Nor his actions. Gruesome, but again. When a single thread is always a part of a greater web the more pressing question of the web was always the focus. So it was for the gods of the mountain kingdom. Their concerns were of the larger picture. Not only the globe. But its past, present and future. All of time. All of man. All of the world. Within that panoramic view of the scheme of All, what was one goblin that received a fate of crunch and squish? In this case, nothing. In another time, another place, another circumstance. That crunch and squish could mean everything. Especially to her. Chaos was a being of extremes. Either a link was crucial. Or it was weak and breakable. Seldom did anything fall in the grey area in between.

One detail of her. What was leftover of the goblin she did not touch. Before it reached her the mass changed course. It veered to the far left. Landed deep within a bush. Rustling followed. The sounds of feeding. What was leftover was now food for another predator of these woods. It was not an act of charity. She had no desire to touch the gorged upon goblin. The case would be the same if the goblin were still intact. Unless it was a time when she could use those creatures to her advantage she cared not for them. As it was for all the creatures of the land she hailed from. She was of Asgard now. And Asgard would one day be hers. This was all Chaos cared for consistently and always.

She responded to only one thing. His last words. Again that lean forward. Her voice a musical of the Ways. Her words private. Their echo would buzz just inside his inner ear. Like a fly that landed and would not shoo. Buzz, buzz. Such a lingering tickle. "In my realm. Even the humans know the Dance of Chaos is necessary for survival. They dance it at their festivals. Put aside days to relinquish themselves to it. For even they know that through Chaos a balance is restored. A Truth is given. A Rebirth is created. And doors to Knowledge are opened. This is why any of the kin of our kingdom would come to my aid if I had fallen. For they know what will come of the world without me. That humans can know this, and yet your ilk does not. Your kin are putting the balance in danger. For you Dance but are not trained. You know not what your Dance is for. You must."

She said nothing about sight. About whether or not she underestimated him. About whether or not she came here to Dance. About the right manner to ask questions. About Mother. Games. Captors or Benefactors. Or about the kindness of her heart. Nor about his acceptance of her healing. At this time, within the picture of All, to her none of these mattered. Yet.

[Beastie]

He stood there nodding until one thing was said. "You know not what your Dance is for. You must." We he heard that his head shot up and looked at her.

"I...do...not...understand?" Rage boiling in him. For if he did not understand then that meant his father had not and neither did others He shook with rage. That rage being so bad that part of him actually became one with the shadows.

He had lowered his head to regain control of himself, and his body. But when he looked up, has eyes burned with such fire that even the sun seemed dimmed. Those eyes locked straight on her's. He said nothing for a moment as he had never quite been this pissed.

When he spoke his voice was as cold as ice, but every word seemed to burn the air in front of him and seemed to be as sharp as mithril blades. "I know nothing of the dance, you say. How vithing dare you. You who have said you know nothing of my ands ways. You who are a visitor to these lands are going to tell me that I do not know what a Dance is for?"

He put special emphasis on certain words, those words burning in the air so bright that it left an afterglow in all creatures eyes when they blinked.

"I Dance the dance of Death. As my father before him and his before him and as far back in DarkArmor history can go. I Dance the Dance of Blades as those that I have called friend and family have showed me and taught me. I know that every Dance may be my last and I accept that. For I know Death all to well, and he is a vithing ugly ellg'caress.

"I know my Dances bring Chaos, but Order. I know more about Dancing then many that are eons older then I. But you sit there and presume to tell me I know nothing of a Dance. There you are mistaken. "

He shook his head, eyes never leaving her as he said," My kin come when I need them most or I do not wish to know who they are. Those I want to know call me friend, or family, or more. So I care not if your kin would come to your aid. For me that would just mean better odds and more Dancers for me to Dance with."

"You have made two assumptions about me that have been false. Mayhap you have showed your true colors. You do not intend to heal me. No. I think you have come to insult me. To lord over me. To ridicule me. To see the Bastard Beast, the oddity of these lands.

"If this is how you help or how you even offer it. Then maybe I should not accept. For you know nothing of RuyDin. You know nothing of me and my ilk. You know nothing of Dracons. You know nothing of the knowledge we do or do not have. And I dare say you know nothing of me"

He still stared right at her, his body starting to move as if he was going to walk away. he was not going to be insulted anymore. He cared not if he had to burn the world and rid it of all life, he would not be insulted anymore.

He was tired of being told what he knew and did not know. He was tired of being looked at as a normal occurrence. If he was then his race would be more popular then Kine (Men). He was tired of being seen as something to be dismissed. For if that was the case, then he would just have to prove everyone that they were wrong. So help the world if the Bastard Beasts heart went cold, as it was starting to.

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This one was a strange creature. She spoke of the rest of his ilk being wrong to not come to his aid. How they endangered the balance of All by doing so. She spoke of the worth of one such as he. Her words were spoken out of support. Concern. Things she rarely bothered to put to voice. For most creatures she encountered. And yet he accused her of insults. Falsehoods. True colors. And an intention not to keep her promise to heal. All because, what? She appeared as he asked? Exchanged words with him? Many would think Loki would find this delightful. Surely an opportunity. At least amusing. That such a show as he was putting on was right up her alley.

But no. This Bastard Beast did not shine stars in the eyes of this Chaos. He was a slave to his own emotion. Allowing it to overshadow him like an eclipse. To a degree even more prevalent than the mortals in the club that she'd poisoned with envy. Were all the Gods of this Land so vulnerable to their emotions as this one? That question of course was not spoken. It could not even be found within her mind. It was well buried. And showed not in her countenance.

Was she surprised. By his fireworks? By the shadows. Light. Heat. Strong tones. So on? No. From the first. His responses told her much. About what manner of man was he. Where his opinions like. His nerves, his views...his anger that had tasted best. Easy to prey on, easy to feed...yes. This God of this Land was undoubtely as easy to stoke as a fire. That his fire grew even when she presented to him the Wise One. Now that was certainly something. Faced with sober reason. Calm concern. Yet still he raged on. Like a boulder rolling down a mountain.

So it was with his words as well. The more he spoke. Without her having to say a single word more. On and on. Behind her neutral expression. Hidden, soon there was a grin. Wild like an animal. Laughing like a hyena. Glory be to the All Powers! How could she help it? He had so much to say. On and on. She began to wonder. Would this boulder ever reach the valley and still its tongue? Had a single one of her words served as trigger and broken him like a mirror that babbled like a brook? What a strange, strange land this was. Brother Thor was mad. To pick from these crops the new vessels of Asgard.

When he said he should refuse her help. It was then she made her diagnosis. No matter what words she chose. This tempest would rage on. This Beast's body making manifest what the will perhaps wanted. Departure. Perhaps he was not broken like a mirror. But her words had certainly put a crack in his dam. The water of his mouth would surely keep running. If she bid him stay. He had shown her no reason to bid him so. He was the one in need. Of healing. Or perhaps not. If he saw no need to accept. And she? A creature of extremes and timing. At any given moment. Either things were of importance. Or they were not. She was not one of grey areas. For her he already served his purpose. A lesson in the Gods of this Land. Another reason to seek out Brother of Hers. Another subject for their docket.

But now. Ironically. When she had shown interest before. And would have done anything but dismiss this creature tired of being dismissed. Now his raging dug this reality. Perhaps. For if his body bid him leave. She would not bid his body stop. Nor his mind. Four simple sentences her only answer. As she bowed her head. To acknowledge his wish to depart. "Move on from me if it is you wish, God of this Land. I think I'll remain here. In this tree. For meditation."

In other words. He knew where to find her. Should his temper change its tune.

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