Cian chuckled amused. How amusing. He somehow got partied with the perfect group, that quest was going to be a disaster. He shook his head and tapped the dragon’s neck.

“Master says this will surely be an interesting journey, four elves with a…” Baldur spoke, he blinked and stared at Cian. “What? I’m not going to say that!” Cian stare at him silently. “Four elves with a superiority complex and a noble with rebellious princess syndrome will surely make the perfect group.”

“You’re not counting yourself in the group master…” Baldur spoke but Cian said nothing.

He wasn’t smiling; he just stood on the dragon with a noble pose and closed his eyes as if in thought. The dragon went silent mumbling to himself. “That was inappropriate.” Probably in response to something Cian told him.

Lets go. With that thought Cian hit the dragon’s neck with his feet making him fly faster ahead surpassing the others. They would reach Nerati in a few minutes at that speed. When he realized the others couldn’t see them anymore he mentally ordered the dragon to fly normally. The others would catch up with him soon. They could already see the endless sands of the beach area of Nerati, Cian smiled, Baldur also forgot to say he was a quick flyer, also compensation for his blabber mouth, lack of offensive magic and clumsiness. They flew down towards the sands, near a town.

“I guess I could go fetch for supplies and food, right master?” Baldur asked, Cian nodded. Baldur left Cian by the entrance of the town and disappeared to the insides. Cian sat on the sands waiting for the others.

((sorry, I made a town in Nerati, idk if there is one there actually ^^''')

"I think it's best to ignore them as much as possible . . . especially that cat-girl and the high elf . . . bleah. How disgusting can you get?"

Adriana merely nodded, regarding the other's rants coolly. She then scanned the sky, and saw everyone else taking the west route, following the cat girl's lead.

"I guess we won't have any difficulties doing that for now- as they are all taking the other route... Like calls to like, deep calls to deep, I suppose- only other weaklings would follow a fellow weakling's lead"

Instructing her dragon to descend, Adriana faced the fellow dark elf, "Albeit, I must admit that the western route is shorter; but it was never my intention to take a short cut when I decided to take the northern route through Siso Jungle" she explained, then eyed a figure of a troll standing on the distant grounds below. Sending a telepathic message to Tiamat, the undead dragon swooped down, tearing off the troll's head torso as he did so, before ascending again.

"You know what I mean do you?" she asked the fellow dark elf, with a meaningful glance- not finding it necessary to tell the latter that another reason for taking the northern route was because she couldn't stand the heat.

"My name is Adriana, by the way. What's yours?"

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OOC

@NightMelody: Um, how could Cian know that the 2 dark elves have superiority complex when they're not even traveling together? XD Especially since he was one of those who took off first, and wouldn't have the chance to get to know the others while they're still in the temple. Because Adriana and Sadako is using a different route from the rest- and unless Cian have a super hearing ability which enables him to hear their conversations, I don't see how that's possible.

Vena smiled at Nova, not a bit surprised at her. "I'd like the kicking one, though the decapitation seems nice." Take that, little miss lovely.

Then she focused on the last part of what she said. "Che, you think I'm a noble? Well, I'm not. I hate nobles too. Don't think you're the only one who has a hate towards nobles. Che."

Tsumetai flew faster to catch up to Baldur and Cian, but not before saying coldly to Animus, "Touch Vena and you die. Horribly."

((@Adept_ Rogue: Good point, but he was kinda speaking in general. But okay, then let’s just say he can see people’s vitae, and the vitae kinda says everything the person is.))

((ARGH. There is a map. On this map there are little circles/dots. These indicate large towns/cities. GO LOOK AT THE MAP. Sorry about that, but it seems that people haven't been looking at it. It's there for your use. If you don't know where something is, look at the map. *headdesk* Mini rant over.))

Nova stared icily at Cian and Baldur. She growled, showing her fangs again. Cian and Baldur had flown ahead, so she whispered to Animus, "Speed up."

As Vena spoke, she cursed under her breath. She watched as they flew past, growling again as the dragon threatened the two. Animus seemed taken aback. He would only hurt Vena or Tsumetai if they tried to harm Nova or himself.

Nova shook her head. Animus really needed to get stop freaking out over these things. Nova looked down, and saw that Nerati was coming into view. Animus also saw this, and flew faster, landing just outside the small city. It was a nasty human city, but she had to admit that it had a great beach. Nova jumped off of Animus and sat down, waiting for the others.

"Oh," Sadako smiled. "I'm Sadako. And I get what you're saying." Spotting something moving below, she she pulled out a dart from her pouch.

"I'll bet I can hit that!" Sadako said. She threw the dart downwards, and soon the thing that was formerly moving was still. Lifeless. Sadako grinned, taking great pride in killing the creature. She reached into the pouch and pulled out the dart. It was covered in blood.

"Yuck!" Haru exclaimed from under Sadako. "I hate blood!" Sadako laughed bitterly.

"And that's not the last blood you'll see," she assured the dragon. Turning to Adriana, she said, "What's your dragon's name? I didn't catch that . . ."

((Er, hey, Vena's dragon is Tsumetai you know. Tiamat belongs to Adriana))

"Turning to Adriana, she said, "What's your dragon's name? I didn't catch that . . ."

"Ah? This is Tiamat." Adriana replied. She stood up and faced south-west; it seemed that some of her team mates have arrived at their destination. Sitting back down, she instructed Tiamat to descend. For the rest of flight across Siso Jungle, the silver haired dark elf kept her dragon in a low incline.

Tiamat's strong, broad wings crushed through the tall trees; its large maws tearing at and consuming every living thing that crosses their path- leaving behind trail of debris, fallen trees, blood and scattered flesh as they go.

When they approached the outskirts of the jungle, Adriana instructed the Undead dragon to careen towards the south, which he did. Down.

Sailing towards the ground, both the undead and his rider landed just a few feet outside a small city.

Her sharp eyes observed the situation in Nerati. Her expression hardened as she realized that it was a human city- disgust and disdain flickered over her steel eyes. Tiamat growled, hollow eyes burned with hatred- making the humans inside the city who dared to look at him flee.

((@Yuffie: I kinda thought that, but then i read the description and it said Nerati was a large beach area, then I got confused.))

Cian watched Nova as she arrived and sometime later the dark elf and the undead dragon. He was dry by now from his little visit to the river, but he was starting to regret having fallen on it. Now hitting the ground from that high and spending a few minutes till his body recovered didn’t seem that bad! His chest was complaining heavily from the water. He was actually surprised Baldur hadn’t thrown a fit for him riding completely soaked on him or for being soaked to start with.

Where’s Baldur?He wondered.

He heard a sound behind him and saw the feathered dragon walk out of the city cheerful with a big smile on his face.

“Wow! The people of Nerati are nice!” His feathers were spotless and shiny; he was holding a bag on his hand and walked over to Cian. “Hi miss Nova, hi mister Animus, you’re here! And hi miss dark elf lady I don’t know and mister creepy undead dragon I also don’t know!”

Cian lifted his left eyebrow. Did he just waste my money on getting his feathers and scales cleaned?

“I got my feathers cleaned and my scales waxed. I can’t stand dirt and this trip got me all dirt… Master, are you sitting in the floor!?” He exclaimed, Cian practically flew up to his feet. “You’re not riding me until you get yourself clean!” Cian death glared at him, he flinched and smiled nervously. “I may reconsider that…”

“So, what’s your name lady and your dragon?” Baldur asked smiling at the dark elf and her dragon. “Oh… and master wants to know if you’re the necro… mancer (I don’t think necromancers like to be called necros) who raised your dragon.”

Adriana firmly strode through the city, half-heartedly joining the others. Tiamat followed closely behind her, stepping heavily, leaving deep foot prints behind him. The citizens scattered away from their path, as the undead dragon looked ready to tear them apart and his owner was fully prepared to give him the permission to do so.

As they approached, they were greeted by an endless chatter coming from a dragon which, Adriana noticed, belonged to the human. The dark elf clenched her fists with utmost annoyance, her steel eyes glinted dangerously. Tiamat, sharing her anger, moved forward and snarled at the other dragon, warning him to keep his distance from them.

“So, what’s your name lady and your dragon?” Baldur asked smiling at the dark elf and her dragon. “Oh… and master wants to know if you’re the necro… mancer who raised your dragon.”

Adriana's steel-gray eyes flickered with emotion, as she moved her gaze towards the human, then back to the noisy dragon. "If your master really wants to know, he should ask the question himself" she stated icily, "Unless, he's too puny, too cowardly to ask a simple question"

“Master barely ever speaks.” Baldur stated inflating his chest annoyed. Such an unpleasant woman. “Saying something like that is uncalled for! Or can’t you wait to hear his voice? I know he’s the only non dragon guy on the group but you don’t need to be desperate!”

Baldur stated purposefully poking at her. He felt his master give him a tug on his feather and looked at him. The glare didn’t need a thought associated for Baldur to realize his master was displeased.

“Sorry… that was rude.” Baldur apologized to the dark elf, and turned around, cursing, swearing lowly and feeling the need to bite his own tongue and die for having to apologize to such an evil woman.

Cian smiled at her, yet his eyes fell cold and piercing on her. “Dragons raised from the dead usually had a horrible or humiliating death, that’s the only way their vitae could become that corrupted. So did you raise it just to try out your skills or did you just felt bad for it, or was it a bit of both?” He asked.

(@Night: Er, 'non dragon guy'? Do you mean 'male non-dragon'?)

Adriana casted a cold stare at the phoenix dragon. Such an annoying loudmouth... She was almost glad that his master is not as noisy. Almost (rejoicing about something which involves human is unthinkable)

She then turned to the human owner, her steel gray eyes locked onto his golden ones. He was staring at her coldly, and she returned it with an icier gaze.

“Dragons raised from the dead usually had a horrible or humiliating death, that’s the only way their vitae could become that corrupted. So did you raise it just to try out your skills or did you just felt bad for it, or was it a bit of both?” He asked.

Adriana narrowed her eyes. This human actually dared to ask her personal questions?

"It was neither" she answered darkly. If possible, her stare become colder. "And tell your loud mouthed dragon not to ask so many questions either, human. It was, as he pointed it out, uncalled for"

She then stepped closer to the human, and hissed, "You may be a fellow chosen one- but I will not acknowledge a pitiful race like you as an equal. So don't you dare think you- or your dragon- deserve to ask personal questions."

Her hand trailed towards her blade. Eyes glittering with venom, the dark elf wanted nothing more than to rip this human and his dragon to pieces. Unfortunately, this was not to be. They were not to kill each other until the quest is over.

Suddenly, she strode towards Cian, and sailed pass him, blade drawn; stopping before a civilian who had been watching the group and their dragons in awe. With a swift movement, Adriana plunged her dagger through the man's chest. Shock and pain registered across his paled face. Without remorse the dark elf pushed her blade down, slicing through her victim's flesh and bones. Mouth spluttering with blood, the unfortunate passerby breathed his last. Pulling back her blade, she shoved the corpse aside, and allowed Tiamat to gobble it up.

Adriana glanced up. The rest of the crowd who still lingered around, until that moment, fled.

Detaching the droplets of blood from her blade with a single stroke across the air, Adriana sheathed her weapon. She was not satisfied with her kill, but for now it would have to do.

((@Adept: Yes male non-dragon.))

Cian stared back at her, cold stares didn’t bother him that much, he was used to them, he was so used to it, past times it was all he got. He watched her as she crudely murdered the passerby and sighed. He walked towards her she sheathed her weapon.

“Human is a very relative term to be used as the name of a species.” He mumbled behind her. He pulled from his neck what seemed to be a rosary with an odd cross with an eye.

“I do not need your acknowledge because I don’t seek it.” He told her, his stare on where once the dead man stood, holding the cross he thought. Even though to this world you are bonded, when you do become free, I hope you find the crosses. He felt bad for the man’s death, it was his own curiosity that lead to it, so all he could do was make sure that his spirit could find its way after death.

He said one last thing, this time by thought, all the others could hear it besides her. I apologize my intromission. That thought he walked away back to Baldur.

Do NOT speak with the necro and her dragon. He ordered Baldur, only the dragon could hear his order.

“But master…”

That’s an order. Not one word unless I allow you to. Cian restated.

Baldur frowned and looking at the others he asked. “So what are we supposed to do here in Nerati anyway?”

(@Night: I don't think Cian can do anything to the person Adriana killed since Tiamat already ate him up. Well, I admit that that scene didn't happen in my first post, but I'm quite certain I edited it before you post your entry...
Anyways, speaking of the others, I wonder where they 'disappeared' to?)

((@adept: I did that answer for the post before you edited it, I didn't notice u had edited it when i posted it. I edited my post a little now.
PS- And i have no idea, maybe they're busy?))

(@Night: You did? Guess the cell phone I was using to edit the post was a bit of a ding-dong then. Because even after I edited the post, and the page redirected, it was still stated that the last poster of the thread was me.
Anyway, I guess I better wait for the others to post before writing anymore)

Avendai sniffed as she and Astir descended towards Nerati. Filthy... Humans were filthy. Avendai landed Astir on the long beach, the only place large enough to accommodate him. "Wait here," she whispered, "I'll find the... others." Astir growled in agreement with what she had not said, and Avendai smiled and began across the town.

The crowd parted neatly anywhere Avendai went, and a line of young bachelors (and even older married men, before their wives pulled them back) followed her. Avendai smiled and ignored them; flipping her hair at all the right moments, she led them most of the way through town. As she was exiting the final alley towards where the others were (as she had seen from the sky), one of the men following her grabbed her breast. A moment later a splinter of ice protruded from the wall through his head. "Bastard."

Avendai left the corpse in the alley along with the other terrified men and made her way to the dark elf and the man. She sneered at the elf and sat down on a quickly-summoned throne of ice. As Avendai waited for the others to arrive, she thought about the dark elf. She was clearly another Ancient; that was easy enough to tell. But what was she that she could so easily harness the power of an undead dragon? The elf was an extremely powerful Necromancer, that was for sure. Avendai would have to keep her eye on her.

The man Avendai was not so sure about. He seemed quiet; reserved -- a man who kept himself to himself. Avendai knew he must have surprises up his sleeve else he wouldn't be on this journey. Basically, he was an enigma. Avendai liked that about him. But she of all people knew that it meant he was a thousand times more dangerous.

Nova looked around, seeing that most of the group seemed to have gathered. She got up, hearing a question about what they were doing here. She stood, and dusted off her shirt. She turned to the group and said, "We're here because there have been rumours of a seal being here. It's supposedly in the North Western Quarter of the city."

Nova turned to look at the large undead dragon, who seemed to be eating some unlucky bystander. She suppressed the urge to laugh, instead turning to Bladur. She raised a hand to her eyes, as the sun glinted off his scales. She turned away quickly. If that dragon ever tried to get another waxing, then she would hurt him. Badly.

Animus stood, too. He looked at the new arrival, the high elf. That must have been Avendai. She was killing people, too. He had to admit, though, that it seemed totally justified. He spoke, "I believe that this is a good time to go. The seal shouldn't be too tough to find, but getting to it will pose a problem. The rumours also say that it's in the palace, guarded by 20 armed guards and a master sergeant. They probably won't be willing to give it up."

Nova walked into the city, not bothering to wait for the others. She walked through the crowd of Avendai's... followers. A drunk man stumbled through the crowd and said, "Beloved cat princess, you've returned to me at last!" Nova whipped her sword off of her back and beheaded him. No one would call her a princess. Ever.

Animus followed through the streets saying, "Shoo, shoo! The people here aren't particularly social, if you know what I mean." The rest of the crowd dispersed, leaving the group rather alone.

Nova whispered to Animus, "We should get this over with as fast as we can. If someone gives us any more trouble, will you roast them?"
"I will do no such thing!" Animus said in a huff.
"Fine."

Animus shook his head, walking along. The palace was now in view.

(Is Confundo entirely lawless? XD))

((Pretty much. Nobody really cares, seeing as how after they die, they become spirits and can somewhat interact with the others anyways. It's like eternal life with draw backs.))

“Master says it isn’t wise to just rush into a palace.” Baldur spoke when Animus said it was in a palace. “He said we shoud think of how to get in there without getting too much atention.”

With all the senseless killing, if this place has guards whatsoever, they probably have heard of troublemakers by now. Cian thought making it heard by the others, he walked forth to Baldur and looked at the others. They’ll be more alert therefore. If we rush into there we’ll probably regret it.

Baldur stared at his master. He looked at the others, they wouldn’t be exactly outnumbered having in count the dragons that the women rode. An undead dragon, a gigant serpant, a cheerful young one, and an older one who didn’t want to kill anyone, they were definitely not outnumbered with those odds. Not many humans could single handedly take on a dragon, rather less six adult dragons and their riders.

Cian decided to go check this said palace (how it looked like and possible entrances that the group could use) and bowing at the girls, the high elf and the dark elf, he walked away, Baldur followed behind. He noticed Nova had decided to head to the palace herself.

"Master asks if you're going to barge right now into the palace." Baldur said to the cat-lady.