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Glare sighed at Shade, "Don't be like that, nothing is your fault."

Makil walked up to Shade "Let me try something, just let me touch the mark" He said

Glare looked at it curiously, "Hmm."

"Is there anyway to remove it earlier than that?" Glare asked.

"If this is all true, then what are we supposed to do about the journey? If we are traveling around at night and he is with us, we are in serious trouble. Does this mean we are stuck here until it disappears?" Kumara asked.

"I will not let this happen" Makil said before making his paw glow with light energy, he then touched the mark

Derrick nodded to Kihei, unsure how he could talk to someone who had offered his life to him, even knowing each other a little under a week now. The voices out by the healer's hut were audible to his slightly enhanced senses, "Hmm," he thought, We don't have to travel that much into the night anymore now that I've got this magic cloak. He then flew up to Azuron and Kihei, "Well to be honest, I kind of heard you guys when she invited you," he gave a small grin, "Well offered after you questioned it."

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George could feel the dark magic about the mark on Shade, how could he feel this energy, why could he. This energy sense was new, he hadn't felt anything like it before, I think I need to finish those books. he though, finding himself rather useless to the current situation, he headed back inside to retrieve his satchel.

Both Glare and Voltaire were now watching this unfold; Glare didn't know if his light magic could help since he hadn't worked with healing light magic.

"I'm so very sorry Shade" Makil said

Kihei followed Derrick "So, how do you feel about being able to walk around during the day again?" He asked

If anyone bothered looking behind would see a most unsettling sight, that miner and self proclaimed doctor was now sending off red flags in every nerve. A aura of black steam seemed to emit from him similar to the black mist and in appearance he seemed similar to those creatures.

"It's not just a method of tracking for those creatures, it's like blood in a pool of sharks sending anything nearby into a frenzy luckily I can mask the scent and pheromones it gives off with my own unique abilities"

He seemed to be standing his ground pretty well, both his stance and pose were relaxed and not in any shape or form to fight but appearances can be deceiving

"I really should of outright told the truth back in the previous city but I had to gather as much evidence to be sure, this mist shares qualities and concepts I previously used in my past" A rather forced smile emerged "I used to be called Drenyz Aman Thul, yes that one that got locked up for acts of murder, genocide and destruction along with an army forged by corrupting and infecting organic material or my own flesh" Reaching for a backpack he threw all of the scrolls and various studies he had been doing onto the ground "Regardless of who i am or what you think i'm here to find and put a stop to this mist and it's spawn because I know fully well what can become of something that corrupts and infects life into it's collective hold and with no one or entity to keep it in check...it's concept scares me"

Way late to this, but are you still accepting characters?

George seemed to struggle to step back outside, What is with all this pressure. It feels so wrong, and evil. What is it? He then spotted Drenyz, Has he produced dark energy that my body is now picking up on? he straitened himself, and shook off the heavy feeling as he walked over to the lake shore to meet up with Derrick and Kihei as they had made their way back over to the group.

"It... Honestly doesn't feel all that special anymore. I mean even as a child the shadows where my friends anyway," he landed softly next to George, "I guess, I do feel more accepted..."

"Sane deal here." Glare and Voltaire said.

Siyalor
Name: Boormin
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Fire Dragon
Element: Fire
City: Ceaador
Personality: Gruff, arrogant, impatient, and often rude. He is easy to hate, although he has some redeeming qualities. He is persuasive, intelligent, and he treats those that he respects very well. If he is fond of someone, his loyalty to them will almost never waiver.
History: Boormin was born in the city of Dawana, and never once stepped foot outside of it. As a child, he was very timid, fearing everyone except for his parents. By age 14, he had broken out of his shell, and was looking for a new place to live. He knew that the journey would not be easy, so he mustered up all his courage and set off. Now, at age 18, he resides in Ceaador.
Appearance: An average sized red dragon. The scales on his chest are a very bright red, contrasting the blood red scales on his head. His horns are rather small, and they are pointed upright. His talons are large but blunt, proving to be not very useful. His eyes are a magnificent hue of red, piercingly vibrant.

OOC: Thanks. Could I get a recap?

OOC: gyarr, I be awaiting for the others to be posten thar next parts

(And it was I who posted the latest story-related thing.)

"Then lets get going" Makil said

"You'll always be special to me buddy, in a good way of course" Kihei said

Glare and Voltaire soon spreaded their wings as well, though Voltaire winced slightly, and followed Starz and Azuron.

Kumara sighed and followed behind, she was begining to wander if they would make it on time, considering all that's happened.

Kihei and Makil followed too "This will be over soon" Makil said

George stopped to speak with Derrick, "I think I understand what's going on with me now, I'll explain it along the way, lets go," he and Derrick were airborne shortly after the others, following closely behind. Derrick hadn't flown out in the day light for so long, and he held the cloak tightly to himself as if it were to fly away without him.

Derrick turned from George, who had glanced up to Azuron, "It's doing wonders, I can't feel any of the sunlight," he replied wiggling his front legs a little to gesture to the cloak itself.

OOC: Little rushed

(Hmmm, I guess, though I'm not sure.)