Still the chill bothered her. To her great displeasure some of the water that had poured from the heavens had gotten past her tri-colored pelt and had ran down to touch her bare flesh. When that happened her semi warm temperature lowered a fraction with each cool drop that caressed her skin. She wanted to get rid of it, somehow, someway. In attempt to shake off the water failed miserably, since it was already soaken into her or the mud was trapping it with its encasing. It was no surprise that she hated the rain. What was there to love? Like what was mention earlier, all it did was give others grief with its pounding rain, disturbing thunder and streaks of lightning, and the mud that seemed to swallow up everything up. And lets not forget the chill you get.

When the other opened his jowls to let his reply be heard her thorns perked forward towards the other. His tones slid forth into the chaos and was almost swept away with the chaos that was created by the wretched storm. Thunder roared above them, as the violent streaks of lightning split the sky, which didn't do much to help her understand his words but still, somehow, she was able to decipher his words from the shrieks and pounding that was thrown at them.

Like a magnet? My reason is not so fanciful as yours.

Thoughts ran over his answer, what a strange one that was. She'd even go as far as poetic. So he was drawn to this place, as the brute was saying. But like she had audibly mentioned, she had no fancy explantion. Basically she had no place to go and being that she had no way to find her bearings in a place that she's never been. In shorter words- she was lost. It seemed that her wandering days had finally come back to bite her, just like it had many times before.

Bones and muscles were begining to ache with the recent traveling she had been doing, not to mention the exertion from the struggles against the captivating mud. The deary days were begining to weigh her down, and this day was no better than the rest. At least she had found another of her kind, something other than the creatures that sustanied her health, in other words her prey. But despite all of this she kept herself in the stately manner that both had seemed to play.

What she had once deemed a safe place, the place where they were resting at this vary moment, turned out to become not so favorable. The canopy above had kept them safe from the sheets of bulleting water that fell from a ravaged heaven was no longer their safe haven for the penetrating rain soon found its way past the barriers and began to fall freely upon those below. They needed better shelter, that was obvious. But she had no where to go herself, being that she was a complete stranger to the realms that surrounded her. Harks flicked back in agrivation as the droplets began to attack her once more. It seemed she had let her pretense fall for a few precious moments, her exhaustion letting her stance seem to droop. But immeditely it was back. They both had things to hide, it seemed.

It seems I would have to, whether it is to my liking or not for this is the only place I can go.

There. She had answered him. Now he knew of her plight and she fully expected him to offer his own domain for a place to rest her weary bones. But she had been wrong before. It had been expected that the other would inquire of her of her calling, of her residential stature. Yet he had not asked her of these things, so she may still be wrong this time. Lids blinked to clear the h2o that had wandered down to her optics, blurring her vision as it did so.

A fog was begining to filter through the trunks, its smoky screen blocking her vision of her surroundings. It seemed that it wasn't enough that it had dominated the outside valley, no, it just had to spread. The curtain was not thick though, not yet. But that didn't particularly make it any better. Now your mind could play tricks on you, try to make you believe that a one distorted outline could be an advancing enemy when it really may just be a fallen log. It could easily fool even the sharpest of minds.

Her lids had blinked once again, ridding her completely of the droplet of water that had marred her vision earlier. Gaze flicked over to the advancing wall of fog, her mind wandering slightly. Yet she was still paying attention, or at least enough to acknowladge the deliberate hints about the sinkhole nearby. Flutes stayed listening to him as he began to speak, her chasms once more returning to the baron's figure.

I couldn't deny such a generous offer, now could I? Especially when they lean to my favor.


A statement and inquiry followed next, the expected question has come at last. As he drew up next to her, eager to be off, she turned her dreambox to look at him better, her jowls parting to answer him.

Mayla

That single word escaped her vocals before she allowed her carcass to stand, her plume kept high as always. The fog it seemed was even closer now, the transparent sheet creeping closer and closer to the pair as they exchanged words. Soon the haze would be upon them; soon the rain that slipped past the canopy's barrier would intenify. They really should be going if they wished to escape the storm's wrath once more.

Well, Draco, it seems that you have yet to lead the way