darkSpyro

Spiral wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, continuing to wander. He licked his lips, wondering if it was even possible to get dehydrated in this dream land. He'd been exploring for quite a while now, and hadn't bumped into Aren or that girl, both whom he'd recalled had set off as well. Either this place was larger than he'd originally thought, he'd been walking in circles or…

No. That was impossible. There wasn't something keeping them apart…right? Spiral shook his head at his illogical conclusion. Look, you fool. All you have to do is turn around, right now, and head back. Go straight back and talk with them, you coward. Nothing bad happened the last time, except you insulted that one guy. Don't do it again. Just…talk. Together you should be able to figure a way out of here. His blue eyes flitted longingly over the numerous unexplored passages. The dragon-shifter decided that he'd head back now. The buzzing in his head from earlier was about dissipated, anyway. But how would he get back to this area?

Biting his lower lip, Spiral glanced towards his palm. He squished his hand into a fist, crumbling some of the dried blood into a pile by his foot. Taking a deep breath, he slowly moved his palm up to his hand and sliced it with a sharp canine. He felt a sharp pain as his hand welled up with blood, and quickly slapped it onto the wall. When Spiral moved his arm away, a bloody handprint was left behind. There. Now I'll know that I've been this far before. Feeling slightly more satisfied, he turned around and tried to return the way he came.

OoC: ^D^
...does that need to be spoilered?

Left. Right. Left. Right. Step by step Spiral moved forward, back to the area where everyone else had been. Every time his foot came down, the sound echoed through the hall. Once again, he ignored how ominous they sounded. But the rhythm of the footfalls kept him focused. Rhythm turns to beats, to music. Music was something he admired- besides the tribal beating of drums during the war, which he didn't count as music, he had only heard wisps of what could be called music, woven into tales and sometimes on the breeze. The fairies, whom he'd observed, created their instruments of tiny threads of spider silk for strings on fiddles as well as grass whistles made of leaf. And the ones that sang sounded like tingling bells. He would love to listen to other types of music someday. Music was something with much variety, something that could be changed only a slight bit but still create a different piece. There was music for every purpose- joyful, haunting, music for every mood. Music was flexible. And it interested him.

((I'm back! ))

Aren was walking past a hallway when he heard what sounded like singing coming from a good distance away. "What the....." He said, looking for the source of the music. "Apparently fairies are real." He joked, going down the hallway, which was one he head go gone down yet. "I still wonder who's doing t-Exeros!" He yelled, having walked into a room that had a table with the familiar Umbrastone or his friend. "I'm so glad I found you." He said, crushing the stone and touching hie chest right after. He gasped a little in pain as the stone became one with him and Exeros merged with him again. Um...what'd I miss? He asked, getting a laugh from Aren. "A lot old pal." Aren replied.

OoC: Yay!

Spiral continued moving, continued focusing on the sound. It became a constant in his mind, nothing else mattered as long as the beat of his steps was present. He hummed a little as he stepped, the sound of his voice surprising him. Each step was a different pitch as he hummed, creating a slow, rising melody. And it soon became a harmony as another song was present.

Spiral didn't quite realize what he was hearing until he got closer. He hummed softly, making sure his ears weren't deceiving him. Indeed, there was a whistling, airy, beautiful sound of a...what was that? His music died down as he slowed to a halt to try and find out where it was coming from and what it exactly was.

Then he heard something else. Someone, like him, was using their voice to make music. Spiral's forehead scrunched up in thought as he tried to recollect the word. Singing, he remembered. He stood in one place, trying to hear the words.
Did he break your heart?
Did he tear you apart?
Under the willow, where we first met.
The dragon-shifter found himself smiling slightly at the words. Something about it was really beautiful to him. He understood that the tone was supposed to be sad, but it was the most delightful sound he'd ever heard. He decided that he must know what it was and moved forward, this time with more purpose than ever before. The song died away as he approached, but the notes of the music kept playing. A room approached and Spiral poked his head in. He was slightly surprised by what he saw, thinking his brain was muddled from the music. Was it...that girl from the hub?

The girl surprisingly hadn't noticed him arrive at first. In fact, she began playing more. Spiral was able to see how she was creating her music; she was cradling an instrument, and when she struck it in different places it created different pitches. It reminded him of the fiddles the fairies would play, but this one sounded different. It wasn't unpleasant at all, though- he continued to stare as the girl sang another verse.

I died, I tried, I tried to do good
I died, I tried, like you know I would.
Can't live any longer
Can't be any stronger
Under the willow I ended it for good...

Spiral blinked as the sound of the music stopped and the girl looked up at him. The blonde hair fell away from her face and it was as if her green eyes were drilling into his soul. He shivered slightly. Stop thinking things like that! No wonder others hate you. Once she started speaking, Spiral realized that she did not recognize him. I don't blame her. For the most part, I believe she saw me in my dragon form. I took off after changing back and speaking to Aren.

"I-if you're lonely..." Sheesh, how do I word this? Everyone I meet hates me! I don't want to leaver her alone, though... "then I guess I'll stay...I can't say that you'll enjoy my company because nobody does..." Spiral stepped forward and sat down by the entrance, staring at the floor. "Uhh..." Spiral started, "I like your...music. It's the prettiest I've heard."

Spiral looked up at her words. Two was better than one? He'd never heard that before. It simply wasn't the way he lived on Dalias. He was always on his own, not trusting anyone...his head cocked slightly as he tried to understand this logic. Maybe it would work if the other person was trustworthy enough...but he didn't know anyone like that. Spiral stared at the girl. Or did he?

He blinked as she recognized him as well. She seemed very conscious of how she worded things, but Spiral didn't think it sound rude at all. It was just a very direct question. It implied a name, he could feel it. Questions that he could manipulate to protect himself were ones he preferred. Here, it was either lie or be honest. "Er, yes, I was at the hub," he replied. He didn't say anything further about the subject, but continued listening to what she had to say.

She thanked him for the compliment and the dragon-shifter noticed she was blushing. You'd think she doesn't get that a lot. Huh. She then offered to play more on her instrument. Spiral thought for a moment, then decided to let a small smile show and nodded.

Aren and Exeros say there, catching up about what they'd missed since they got separated. "So...do you remember anything before we woke up here?" He asked him. "I defifnetly don't." He said. "Um....not anything that I can remember either." Exeros responded. "All I remember is us enteringt the tunnel, then waking up a few minutes ago to your presence nearby. Then you found me." He finished. "Hmmm in-hey, what was that?" He asked, having heard the end of the music. "Let's go find out if you're so interested." Exeros said. They got up and began to go in the direction Aren had heard it come from.

OoC: Love your lyrics. <3

Spiral didn't know this song, but didn't tell her that. He instead continued to watch, removing his sunglasses so he could see her for what she truly was. The girl's blonde hair fell in front of a section of her face, covering it in shadow. Her fingers lightly danced over the strings, beautiful sounds emerging once more. His smile grew slightly and his blue eyes, perhaps for a quick moment, brightened from their normal icy appearance.

I sat down at the riverside
Watching you.
Trying to turn the tide
What could I do
You're at the other side.
I just can't get to you.
Untill the end I tried
To do something good.

He nodded slightly to the rhythm. Hmm, two sides of a river. Two people. They can't reach each other. Ahh, just like Dalias. Except unlike this song, the beasts and the humans will never 'do something good.'

Because the stream of the river
Which made brave men shiver
It'll deliver
My heart to you.

Spiral tapped along with his fingers now. So, if there are two on opposite sides...does that make me...the river? The steam that makes people shiver? His forehead creased as he thought. Why were they after me, anyway? I don't think it was because one side or the other wanted me...maybe they did fear me, and want to destroy me... A cold sweat ran down the back of his neck at the similarities, although he couldn't figure out the line it'll deliver my heart to you.

"No, it's fine," Spiral told the girl. "It's just...so eerily similar to my other home. Well, I can't say home...my world, to be exact." He did not consider Dalias to be his home, merely the place of his birth, and nothing more. It was, after all, a place where he'd been harassed, spurned, and hunted down. The dragon-shifter placed his sunglasses back over his eyes, the chill returning to them. Yes, it was only that...but then, it was the only place he ever knew, besides here. Was here, this dreamland-turned nightmare, his home?

"You did not offend me," he emphasized. "I love the sound of your voice and instrument. I...well, I usually don't stay in one place too long, and I've been kind of sitting here..." He rose up, and ducked his head. "I'm sorry, but I must be off." With that he turned and left the room, eyes darting around. Nice one, Spiral. What WAS that? You really stink at being with people. He sighed and burst into a run, twisting and turning around the corridors.

Aren was walking down the halls, when he heard and saw someone run by in another hallway. "Hey! Where're you going?" He asked, running to try out catch up to him. "Is it really wise to pursues them?" Questioned Exeros. Aren shrugged. "If they're an enemy, we can't take them." He said"

Spiral continued to run, his hands clenched into fists and his gaze on the floor. You're a fool! You hurt everyone you talk to. He bit his lower lip a bit too harshly, soon tasting blood. He realized his teeth had accidentally morphed into his dragon canines, and sighed again. I…I can't do anything right. Except get out of here. There's gotta be a way out. I can't focus on other people who probably never want to see me again... Faces flashed through his mind: the youthful Caes, the noble Aren, and the thoughtful…his forehead scrunched up. He'd never gotten the girl's name. For some reason this made him feel suddenly hollow. He shook the feeling off and continued to dash off.

OoC: Wiiiiild
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