[[I don't expect anyone to answer seeing as it is a little boring ^^;;; I just had the urge to write so if you would like to join it just go right on ahead]]

On a night like this all was calm and subtle. Nothing moved, only whispered. The trees swayed softly to rhythmic calls of mother nature. The only thing to illuminate the night was the soft silvery from the sliver of the moon. The dark lands stood like a framework picture. Still life. It's thick hues coated on oversaturating the once pastel like canvas. Night was ever going and with it a light.

She walked through the covet of trees gleaming like a stray lantern of a lost traveler. The fur on her body sifted with each passing breeze, the silver strands catching the little light left. Her body seemed to absorb all of the light for itself, the light of the forest. Decaying leaves broke under the massive paws, she could palpate them almost with a surreal quality added. They felt more organic than normal... her sense heightened from the darkness. All of this more like an etheral dream than a trip through the forest glen. Her mind was spinning, confused. It seemed like she had wandered endlessly in the same path, as if it were set in stone. To try and keep the forest at bay she had scratched the bark of the trees off every so often to mark her trail. This seemed to be working quite well as she hadn't run into any of the wounded bark twice.

The cool air had set around her, her body loosing valuable heat with each passing step. The nostrils on her muzzle expanded ruefully, letting each passing breath enter her lungs seeming to seer the very warmth from her. The moving light limped slowly, painfully; carefully lifting the damaged appendage. She grunted in discomfort and blinked the lingering reminder of pain away. Tail dragging on the mossy floor below her, the young urloki continued to trudge.

The night was wearing on and the serpent wearing with it. Her strength was nearly diminished and all the energy she had stored for such occations now drained. The path infront of her now hazy from her tired eyes. Head kept low the dragon pulled on still feeling very much lost and very much in the same place. Her feet stopped and rested momentarily, looking around her, Kestrel now had begun to lose hope... right infront of her nose stood a tall redwood... bark scratched off. It was now concluded that she was lost.

A low growl escaped her burning throat, each inhale only bringing more pain. It was easy to see that the young female was tired, hungry, and loosing hope. Taking one more step the large beast collapsed, sending a flurry of leaves about her which settled in different forms. Allowing her injured foot forward, Kestrel now started to lick at the stained strands of damaged silver. As the liquid hit her tongue she felt it bitter and acrid. The metallic taste none to satisfying to her sensitive palate. Whincing in pain she continued to lap at the swollen wound. The light of the forest was fleeting, flickering... as if any small gust could blow it out. The glistening sheen dimmed sullenly, the orbs that connected her to the outer world closing... the heavy veils closing over them; the pools of azure diminished. And there the wounded slept, a rock of dim silver moving with the rhythmic timing of mother nature.

A night like that was too calm and subtle for Dispater’s comfort, it seemed impossible to him that he didn’t have anything to do, no missions going on, and no one to hunt around those places. Impossible he thought, someone of extreme alignment could always be found, some wicked human or other creature ready to destroy the cosmic balance, be them evil or good. Those were always hunted by the Concordant Killer, as well as those who have offended the greater powers such as gods and demigods, be them from this plane or another one. Yes, to put it short, Dispater was a planar hit-man and mercenary, a skilled warrior who only offered his services to the deities and to his endless cause, to preserve the cosmic balance. It was in his very nature to do that, since he was infused with both celestial and fiendish essences at birth, he couldn’t be any different than pure neutral, or else one side of his or the other would take over him. He had not only to worry about taking those people down but also to seek balance in his life even when he hunts and serves those of extreme alignments. He was a creature of oppositions and contradictions, so he would be often seen and heard talking or thinking contradictory with himself. Apparently Dispater was supposed to have the advantages of both essences and the flaws of none, if that succeeded was still to find out, even if existed for eons now.

On a such calm and subtle night all he could do was wander the skies, his celestial-inherited wings giving him the ability to fly with quite a good maneuverability, he could be often seen flying and fighting in the same time.

His wandering brought him above the Salquedor Grasslands, he didn’t worry about being spotted because for those down there he only looked like a ‘falling star’, a name that was often given to him intentionally or not. His keen eyes and senses were always aware of what was going down below him and around him, still he could not believe that a calm night like that could exist, probably the others who had the same cause as him, mainly his brethren were fighting important creatures which wanted destroy everything they were created to preserve. A strange feeling rushed through his body, he desired to fight and pursue his cause, but also he knew that he needed to relax at least for a bit. How much he expected to go on like this without even a small break?

But his thoughts and feelings were cut off short, as he started to descend towards the Taurai Woods. His darkness-piercing eyes spotted an unusual event unfolding into the forest, he couldn’t really tell what was it only that he heard a loud thump followed by a flurry of leaves and dust which marked the exact location the event. The object falling must have been very heavy.

Dispater landed shortly after, and continued the rest of the way on foot. He was surprised at what he would see, a dragon, a strange dragon to be more exact, she had fur and other unique traits unlike the others, though Dispater was not intimidated not frightened and continued on towards the injured being. What could have happen to her, he couldn’t help but wonder.
A scarlet-skinned hand descended onto the head of the dragon, a few strokes were given in between her horns, he was looking for any signs of life from the massive creature by doing that, and in the same time his eyes scanned for injuries. She had one on her leg. Such a poor creature, she probably got lost there, but she did have wings so she could have flew away anytime, unless someone attacked her into the air and she was forced to land there. But there were no signs of broken trees or even branches either.

“Are you still here?” Maybe it was a stupid question, but he had to say something in order for her to acknowledge his presence. It just seemed that Dispater has found his companion for the night, he had nothing better to do than be there and try to help the poor being. It seemed that his celestial essence was radiating harder now, clouding over the fiendish one since Dispater was capable of such acts. He didn’t know any healing spells though, so he had to do it the old way.

The silver form rose and relasped softly, the once bright aura now dull. As a form landed not too far off, Kestrel was still parted from this plane. Her usually highly tonned ears and sense of others was normally intact but today the strenght had eluded her. She was swimming in the darkness, the light torn from her. An equally still night fell between what she perceived and what was reality. ...where... am I? the words echoed in her mind. They seemed to bounce off the walls of the weakened abyss limitlessly and they seemed to carry on forever.

As she padded softly through the premises of her darkest thoughts those of pain and aggression arose. Her flock, her family... they never went to look for her. On normal conditions these thoughts never disturbed Kestrel, but now that the light in her heart withered slightly, the walls of her sanction had been breeched. Remembering was the most painful thing. She wondered many times in the night why her closest never came for her. All she could remember were the shrill screams the loud booms of what seemed like thunder clashing and a man. These memories dispite what they were called, weren't actually all that memorable. Kestrel had been at a young age since her departure. A fledgling. The man she saw was clad in armor, those whos leather was coated with their scales. Kestrel was too young at the time to fathom what happened and as a child she bonded with nearly anything, she wasn't able to distinguish danger back then... and still had trouble with it now.

She remembered being carred in a dark pouch; a sachel of somesort. And the fleeting steps along the ground, the skiff of the leathery boots. The ride was secretive and rather bumpy. She could remember that acrid smell... the smell of blood, though at the time it didn't seem wrong. Then the memory always ended with the sounds of moving boots at a halt and then light. And after that all she could remember was running. Running as fast as she could. Then the darkness, and the feeling of being alone.

Not being close to any part of the pack, the Uruloki could always somehow manage being on her own. Spending cold nights alone huddled up to dense straw and often talking to her own reflection in a shallow pond to make the hours pass. She was born a traveler and destined to be different.

She stirred slightly as a comforting hand rested upon her head. Her ears lowered and adjusted to the noise just infront of her. "Are you still here?" The words echoed endlessly in her head. Throat gurgling with the build up of phlegm, she managed to let out a garbled groan. Weak and slowly, one silver lid rose reavealing a sullen azure eye. There was still a hint of the once beautiful qualities it used to posses. Exhausted, she used most her strength just to look up at the being... normally she would study him at a distance for his different and somewhat forboding appearance, but she just stared at the being with a look that showed complete remission.

Dispater continued to study the injured being before him, of course his appearance didn’t help any to give her comfort, but that’s what he was, forbidding or not at least he was there. His left hand remained between her horns, and continued to pet her, he was keeping her stimulated so she would not fall back into her slumber, a slumber which could turn out to be eternal if her will to live would diminish to insignificant proportions. The wound did not look that bad either, unless she had another one, one Dispater couldn’t see and was causing her all that pain and lose of strength. Perhaps the real wound was within her, within her very soul.

Dispater’s own, glowing eyes looked into hers, he was trying to perceive things past the azure of her eyes, but he failed to reach deeper and realize exactly what pained her. Like earlier stated, he was but a combatant, a fighter which knew only few spells and those were offensive as well, able to hurt but not to heal. He was just to pride to heal himself using a healing spell, if he was to fall he will fall, and recover through natural means. However, that feeling was slowly starting to lose its intensity, he even pondered learning a healing spell a few times, thinking that his pride was not justified. That was his curse, he was a being of contradictions, he could never decide on a thing in a short amount of time.

“What pains you?” His voice broke the silence once more, as his eyes remained on hers for a bit, before traveling over to the injured leg, the wound needed sterilized and from the lack of any medical tools or spells, the process would be quite painful, with a red hot piece of metal. That way she would be sure that her leg would not infect and she would be able to use it later, instead of losing it forever. But he could not act against her will, so it was up to her.

“The wound needs to be sterilized and closed, unfortunately I don’t know any healing spells… I only know the old fashioned way. Unless you have another idea.” He shrugged slightly, this side of his was seldom shown, since he was like 98 per cent of the times focused on battle. He showed no mercy to his foes.

[[oooh I actually quite like the idea of a scar~ ^^ Gives me more to draw xD would it be ok if it turned out to sear in a form of a crescent? just asking x3]]

From the constant petting, the serpent was able to stay conscious, despite the pain. Her muscles were weak all over and as she rested they seemed to twitch under the silk silver fur in spasmatic fashions. Being able now to withold some sparse conversation she was very reluctant to even grunt or murmer. Opening her jaw she wheezed and continued to stress until she coughed and was able to breathe more freely. "...Would you subject me to more pain, stranger....?" Looking at the wound she whinced. "...it can't be all that bad... can it? Mustering the will to moved she tryed to extend the paw forward, immediately it recoiled as she growled in pain. The wound had opened slightly more instead of healing. Unlike the normal dragons that roamed Arda, Kestrel was made of fur from a genectic mutation and with it her blood didn't clot as well as most others, making her a very bad component for battling. Though with the proper armor she could probably withstand it.

Breating heavily her tongue hung over her teeth lasping at the air that entered in. She jerked slightly and whimpered in pain. Every movement seemed to connect her to that cut. Looking back up at the being that would cause her to fear, she growled softly in pain and nuzzled his hand with her soft snout. She seemed almost desperate for help, and if someone was going to help her, she wouldn't refuse. Looking at the figure with a sign of newfound trust, Kestrel slowly extended her paw towards him gutteral roars of pain escaping her throat. The muscles once again twitched and spasmed.

Looking rather sore the serpent decided for a short stretch.Opening her wings there were a few feathers missing, though that was due to a bi-yearly molt. Flying wasn't her best option, or she would have used it long ago before she got in this maze like forest. "... Thank you, for... helping me." dispite her heritage and her position as of now, Kestrel's voice was soft and soothing, almost like the calm nightly winds themselves. The dark night only got darker and the moon began to hide behind the now clouded sky. Kestrel looking up saw the making of rain and soon it would lead to a downpour.

The water soon made it down to the parched land and trees. As a sign of friendship and trust, Kestrel instinctively opened her six very large wings and craned them over her and her new companion. The white silver feathers shielded the both of them very well and acted as a large umbrella or of the sort. Dragon's were usually hard about sharing things or providing for others, unless close. As the rain began to patter sofly upon her feathers she almost looked relieved., Smiling she seemed to forget about the pain just slightly. It felt nice having the soft water cool her, and she had no problem with it doing so.

The crickets now started to chirp under the waterproof shelters and that fleeting light that had once started to go out, now started to regain a little bit more of what it lost. Hope was returning... and all thanks to a new friend.

His left hand remained on the head of the strange dragon, such an interesting creature indeed, he would have liked to study her further, but there was no time for that. From what he knew he couldn’t relate her to any dragon species, no doubt this was an unique specimen. His eyes returned on hers once more as she began to talk, it was for the first time when she managed to do that, through all the grunts and moans of pain caused by the open wound on her leg. Her words were touching, she didn’t want anymore pain, sadly Dispater couldn’t help her with that.

“I am not going to lie to you, the process is quite painful, but at least it will seal your wound, destroy the infections and you will be able to see another sunset. It is the only way I know, and I don’t think we have time to look for a healer. There is no sign of human life in this forest whatsoever.” For the time he spoke he kept his hand petting her, grabbing even harder at her pelt, his long ebony claws giving her a gentle scratch every once and then, a feeling which would also stimulate her senses even more intensely.

Of course deep inside him he was surprised that a dragon has left its pride behind and accepted help from a stranger, but he didn’t exteriorize any of his feelings, he trained himself to be so, but after all, who wouldn’t accept any help they could get when so close to death?

A few drops of rain fell onto his scarlet skin, and he looked up to see dark clouds gathering above them, it seemed like it was going to rain, well that didn’t help any, because he needed fire in order to heat up the metal of one of his blades. She shielded them from the rain with her wings, but he could not start a fire so close to the dragon’s frame, it would be just too uncomfortable for her. But then he remembered that he knew an offensive spell which was based on fire, actually it was the well-known fireball spell.

“Just hang on for a second there, it would not last too long.” As the last word escaped his mouth, the hand was removed from her head, and brought close to his frame, his dark nails were pointing towards the sky, and a ball of fire was brought forth from nothing, it was hovering above the killer’s hand, swirling around like a miniature sun. With his free hand he reached over to the oldest sword from his arsenal, a very old and simple one, it held no powers of its own and was just a piece of cold metal. Its tip was inserted into the fireball which was still hovering above his palm, and it remained there for awhile, starting to heat up, at first the metal just heated up a little, but as the time went by, it also started to gain an orange color and soon it was red. Now it had the perfect temperature of burning her infections and close her wound in a flash of a second.

“Prepare yourself, I suggest biting something in the process, this is going to hurt.” And again he didn’t want to lie her, he found no reason why he should do that, to give her a false comfort. The fireball extinguished soon, and her wounded leg was grabbed and held in a very powerful grip, it was amazing how much strength this creature had. Everything happened before she could even notice, the red-hot metal was pressed against her wound and traveled in a semi circle-like shape, it closed the wound in its way, but it dealt a burning sensation. The leg was gripped even more powerfully, Dispater wanted to make sure that she would not pull her leg away and ruin the process.

Only a few seconds passed and Dispater stopped, everything was over now, the wound was sealed up and was not a threat to the dragon anymore, she only had to sleep now and regain her strength. He examined the scar left by the heating metal, it had a strange crescent shape, and no, it was not made intentionally either.

[[hehe I liked that last sentace x3]]

As his hands grazed her fur a quaint smile twisted the corners of her maw. It was comforting and soothing and it only caused her trust in this stranger to grow. It was quite funny how someone with so much precaution bred into them could be so friendly to someone who's name they haven't even heard of yet. Now looking at the being with inquisitive eyes, Kestrel began to purr. This show of affection continued for quite some time until she felt the warm hand leave her mane "Just hang on for a second there, it would not last too long" Questioningly Kestrel followed the now free hand with the gaze. He raised one of his arms high above his head and something bright had begin to form... Dispite the falling rain its brightness only continued to grow in intensity.

As the swirling mass of fire pulsated with life of it's own, the stranger reached around and seemed to be searching for something. Kestrel cocked her head to the side trying to descipher what he was up to. After a few moments pause her brought up an old sword, withered with use. Taking the lifeless metal in his hand he brought it up to chest height and then higher as metal and fire soon mixed. The flames dance around the steel with a vigor that the serpent admired. Being the naive soul that she was, Kestrel still had pretty close to no idea to what was going on. The once cold metal gained a flush colour as it turned first orange and then into a bright ember red. The Silver creature only paid attention to the motions of the lifelike flames.

Soon it seemed as the figure was satisfied with the heat of the sword and looked back down to the dragon. "Prepare yourself, I suggest biting on something in the process, this is going to hurt. As his words escaped his lips, Kestrel almost wanted to get up and fleet away but instead while obeying his orders she looked around for something to bite on and something that wouldn't break... a quick amout of searching and she spotted something not to far away and within a crane of the neck's reach. Her eyes rested on an old thick branch that perhaps had fallen from a tree up above. Craning her neck forward she opened her jaws and rested them down on the old but sturdy wood. Her teeth sunk in it's whithered flesh and there they rested as she brought her head back to the center.

As she began to adjust her bite on the wood, a hand from seemingly no where took her injured paw in grasp and rose it up quickly to meet with its match. The serpent bit into the organic form at the first rush of pain and then began to thrash it's head about as it felt the searing pain of the smouldering metal to her flesh. The synapsis in her brain were out of control. The neurotic rush was almost too much but what even more disturbed her was the sight, smell, and sound of her own healing. She could see the metal touch the wound and at the same time smell the putrid black smoke rising from her own arm. Though not only that; She could [i]hear[i/] the skin sizzling underneath the aggrivated steel.

Eyes in a mad fury, she began to bang the rotted wood against the dampened ground as just then... it was all over... What seemed like hours of pain was all over in a matter of seconds. Time had eluded her once again as it did many times before. How the brain reacted to a corelative process always seemed amazing in some way.

Breathing heavily she rest her head in the pool of saliva that had dripped from her screaming mouth. The branch still rested dead in the powerful fury of her bite. Looking up in a way that showed thanks and a mild sort of pain she finally dropped the branch softly on the ground, Teeth markings deep in its mottled hide. "... thank...thank you friend..." her eyes blinked softly and rested on him again. "I owe you a debt that in turn I will repay... thank you..." Despite the still lingering pain, she managed a soft smile at the impromtu medic.

For the time that he was closing her wound with the red-hot metal he didn’t seem affected at all by those spasm, he was cold and calculated as if not to make a wrong move and hurt her more than it was required. He struggled to keep her leg from moving any single inch, and he succeeded only a little, it was impossible to immobilize her for good, unless he would have put her asleep, but he didn’t have any necessary tools or spells for that either. But thank to the heavens all was everything in a matter of second, the leg was released and allowed to go back to its place, the scar still had a red color and it was still hot, now the refreshing rain would be a blessing for her. The still heating sword was thrown away into a nearby bush, letting the rain pour down on it, to cool the metal once more. He didn’t feel sorry for that sword, he didn’t even remember when he last used it in battle, and it needed an adjustment anyway.

But Dispater’s attention was taken from the sword as the dragon began to talk once more, it was incredible how she managed to do that after all the pain she has been forced to go through, and she even smiled to him. Usually he would not react to any smile, he thought them to be something insignificant, just another common thing seen at some creature, but something told him and made him feel like this smile of hers was slightly different, it was showing gratitude and it came to empower her words while thanking him.

“It was nothing! And don’t worry about repaying me, I might be gone from this world before you know it.” The concordant killer said as he moved back, closer to her face, a hand was lowered over her once more, cupping the side of her face, as he looked intensely at her. “You should go to sleep now, you won’t be able to get out of here if you don’t regain your strength.” Dragon hunters were many in those areas, they could pop out any time and attack an easy target for their scales, they had weapons able to pentrate even through the toughest of the dragons, as a matter of fact Dispater had one too, it proved to be pretty nasty, and even more against humans. He had no doubt that she would fall asleep from the very second that she would close her eyes, she must be very fatigued and exhausted, she didn’t even manage to make her brain function correctly.

His own pair of wings extended slightly and shook a few times before it came back to fold upon his back, he turned around slightly and took a seat onto the cold ground before the massive frame of the dragon. His glowing eyes turned upwards and same went for his head, he allowed the dragon to sleep in silence as he was stargazing, after all this has been a night with no missions to fulfill, no one to hunt, and if he still had the chance now it was the time to relax. The rain did not mind him for the moment, it sent him a refreshing feeling, and even a sleeping company was better than nothing at all. He was not one to socialize too often.