Leaning back down, Seiri grabbed his shirt he'd been using as a pillow, looking around to see if he'd spot Ryu's too, only to realize it was bunched in with his. He couldn't stop the grin as he held out the dragon's shirt so he could put it back on, though when he did later, he couldn't stop the small sigh of disappointment at most of the marks being covered. It was ridiculous that he was possessive, but he was. That thought made him frown when he thought back to Cecilia and Ariel. Shaking his head to clear the negative thought away, he smiled so as not to worry the amnesiac.

Temporarily dropping the others hand so they could slip their shirts on he quickly grabbed the others hand, interlacing their fingers. "Mm, she might be upset only because we worried her. And yes she'll be worried, about you especially since you are suffering from amnesia." He said softly as he started moving through the trees back to the group. Gently blowing some of his longer bangs to the side, he nibbled his lip in thought, mind suddenly lost to memories of his own past.

Cecilia smiled as she saw Ora come back, and said as much to the other. When the younger stood up from a loud yell, the angel blinked, but couldn't help being happy the two were reunited. Turning back to look at Ora across the new fire, she noticed the other look to where the boys had been before. "They're on their way back. Maybe another couple minutes before they get here." She said softly, leaning forward to grab her small knapsack. Pulling it open, she tossed the girl a granola bar before tossing two more over to Chesamai and Snowball. "Here, you guys must be hungry. I don't need to eat yet." She commented before anyone could say something. She had other ways to acquire energy, but it would have to wait till morning. When she would be blinded once more. She sighed softly and stood to stretch, walking in a circle around the 'camp', just barely staying within the glow of the flames.

As Cecilia wandered just outside the encampment's fire, Ariel returned. His whispered scent brought cold silk and frosted water as the elemental's cold wind brushed against the woman's features. He didn't say anything, or appear to her, but he was there.
Strands of his quicksilver hair wisped away from his features as he slowly appeared in the winds that formed him. "I can't do this," he breathed, looking tormented. His pale gaze moved to the woman's face before he reached forward and brushed her cheek fondly; once again his fingertips were like delicate frost brushing against her skin.

(Hi ^^. Sorry if I become more of a nuisance than anything, but this seems like a really cool RP, and I would like to join ^^. If I make a mistake any way, please tell me and I'll do my best to fix it!)

Deep in the forest, under a leafy oak, a young wolf rested peacefully, a slight smile playing on his lips, telling of his pleasant dreams. The evening sun shone against the wolf's pure white form, giving it an unusual shine, which outlined each blade of grass and leaf in the vicinity. The light was bright enough to disturb nearby residents, a nesting sparrow and a few doves. Also disturbed from his rest by the unearthly shimmering light from his own being, the creature arched his back leisurely, not unlike a cat. More like a feline than any normal canine, the odd wolf then began to knead his sharp claws against the hard ground surrounding his tree, and subsequently gave himself a thorough wash, even reaching between his shoulders with the uncanny flexibility of the opposite of his species. Now fully awake, the young wolf was now able to observe his surroundings, and enjoy the serenity.
In an instant, the white wolf's pelt was bristling with hostility to his environments. Large, quivering white ears stayed closely locked to the side of the white wolf's head, right behind long and narrow dark amber eyes, which quickly snapped back and forth from certain objects that the creature's deranged mind deemed suspicious. That included a small squirrel chattering at him from up high in the boughs of a tall pine, a group of pigeons, pecking at the grass in hopes of snagging a small insect in the inquisitive beaks, and a cracked tree stump, the rest of its body lying only a foot away, about an inch of bark stretching from the stump to the rest of the rotting body, the only thing keeping the entire tree intact.
Assuming an air of haughtiness, and little care for whatever happened around him, the young wolf stubbornly tore his sharp gaze away from the obviously devious creatures, and plants, plainly plotting against him to see his demise.
Pretending to feel an indifference to his surroundings was impossible for this high-energy wolf, and he felt that action was much needed. If they were plotting against him, they would get what they deserved.
'Well,' he thought with much relish 'let's see them try and stop this!' And, with a malicious spark in his eye, the mad wolf delicately picked up a charred match from the ground, near where he had been sleeping. Ivory teeth bared in a disturbing grin, the grass instantaneously burst into a raging fire as the match likewise was roaring with the inferno. Eyes alight with indescribable satisfaction and happiness, the white wolf's bent the fire to his will, letting it climb higher and higher up the trees, watch it lap hungrily at leaves and gnaw at the thick bark.

Just a few minutes later, about ten yards out into the forest, in a ragged circle, lay the wolf's destruction. Though he was rather mad, it didn't mean that Pyro, who had gotten his name obviously because of his love for beautiful, yet destructive, fire, would willingly let a fire he himself had started to spread and destroy innocent lives, just for his own selfish reasons. No, he only wished to separate the tree stumps accomplices, the squirrel and the doves. The absence of obnoxious chattering and rustling grass along with the shifting of feathers confirmed Pyro's desires. Now, finally the young wolf took time to observe his surroundings more calmly. Never, at any time, had Pyro ever set a paw into these woods, and he couldn't even remember how he had gotten this far into unfamiliar territory without pondering where he was... though he rarely thought much about his whereabouts anyways.
Dismissing the worries plaguing his mind, the white wolf set off to see if there was anyone he would find in this vast woodland. Leaving behind large paw prints in the ash of the forest fire, Pyro reminisced about his puphood, and how he had left his adopted family behind to search for adventure. A flowery scent clouded his senses, reminding him of his foster mother, a large, dark brown labrador with cleanliness problems. She was very sweet to him, and always regarded him as one of her own. He fervently wished that her wonderful scent would cover the destruction he had caused, which left behind the suffocating and sharp smell of smoke and burnt debris.
Letting his tail trail along in the ground, Pyro left a trail no doubt would be found amusing by someone in his state of mind. The normal tracks of a wolf, two pairs of paws, were separated by a thin line, which would make Pyro think of an inexperienced tracker, who would be puzzled by the strange tracks, almost normal yet just slightly odd, not right. That thought left the young, easily entertained wolf chuckling to himself, with a wide grin left on his features as he traveled through the forest.

][Esmme! -hugs tightly- I'm REALLY sorry about all that 'stuff' that happened. I'll try to not let that kind of thing happen. I don't want to upset you or anything like that. I think your a good rper and I would hate to drive you off from the rp. I'm not used to being around people that don't like that kind of 'thing' so if I forget and it starts happening again, don't hesitate to message me and set me right. I really hope you'll continue to rp with us. And. Welcome Okamigirl!][

Ryu had nodded slightly to Seiri's words. He didn't speak though, only walked hand in hand with Seiri. The bird demon seemed to be caught up in his own thoughts and Ryu had things of his own to think over anyway. The dragon demon shivered lightly, the forest was speaking to him. A tree root suddenly sprouted up, but it didn't trip the dragon demon, it wrapped around his ankles and held him. It squeezed. Ryu gasped, his grip on Seiri's hand tightened and he reached out to grab the man's arm with his other hand. For support. Ryu had known. He had known when he had first woken up here that some how, he or his race, were connected to this forest. Now he was very certain of it. He was also still, very certain the forest did not want him as it's protector. He was it's prisoner. Ryu gasped again as fire exploded in his mind and raced through his body. Not literally. But it felt as if it had. As if the fire was engulfing him. He screamed, he cried out. Tears in his eyes. The trees near them twisted about in an angry wind that sprang up.

The Enchanted Forest was furious. However the forest did not physically attack the one that set part of it ablaze. Instead, it only sought to confuse and disorient that creature, while it released it's pain through Ryu. The trees near the wolf seemed to change constantly. One moment they might have branches close to the ground, the next moment those trees were a few feet away from where they had been and their branches different. Constantly. The forest rearranged itself, but only in the vicinity of the white wolf.

Ryu whimpered. The forest whispered to him and he clutched desperately at Seiri. "Someone..is hurting...the forest.." He managed to somehow whisper those words. Pain lacing his voice as he felt like his entire body was on fire. "..Fire.." Finally it stopped. The roots holding his ankles released him, panting and recovering from the nearly unbearable pain, Ryu began to fall. All his strength, the pain seemed to have taken from him.

Cecilia blinked as she felt more than saw Ariel near her, hearing his words. She had planned to respond, but all that came out was a startled gasp as she fell to one knee, a hand coming up to clutch her chest. Her shields had lowered again, and with her being slightly drained, it was harder to keep the sudden onslaught of pain. Panting harshly once the agony had passed, she shakily stood, leaning against a tree. "Something's wrong..." She whimpered and after a few minutes to make sure she wouldn't fall if she moved, she ran, trying to locate Seiri and Ryu incase they were hurt.

Seiri was jerked from his thoughts as he first felt the hand tighten in his grasp, then another coming up to grip his arm for support. When the other screamed, he panicked, moving closer to the other and holding him tightly until it seemed to stop. When Ryu made to fall, he easily scooped the other up, one arm supporting him from his knees, the other under the shoulders. He'd taken a few steps when he noticed Cecilia running, more like stumbling, towards them. The raven saw her eyes widen when she spotted Ryu, though he became surprised when, as she moved closer to them, a pair of large glowing white wings appeared at her back. "I don't see any injuries, I think it was mostly mental or something, but I think someone set a fire in the forest and the forest took it out on him..." He responded to her unasked question when they met in the middle so to speak. "Ryu, are you okay?" Seiri wanted to laugh, no of course he wasn't okay! He wanted to yell at her, but he didn't, letting her check over the dragon in his arms, one of her hands coming up to brush a strand of hair out of his face.

When Seiri picked him up, Ryu clung hard to the demon. Panting slightly, with eyes half open. At least, at least the pain was gone. He curled against Seiri, mostly curling into the demon as if for protection from another assault. Ryu didn't really expect another one, but then. He really hadn't expected that first one either. His heart beat wildly in his chest, but it was slowly calming down. Until, he opened his eyes and saw Cecilia. For a moment, sheer panic raced through his entire body and he shook, trembled and clung so hard to Seiri that his fingernails dug into the male's flesh through his clothing. It was the wings that had done it. They seemed to frighten him more than her holy healing magic had earlier.

Though, when he looked at Cecilia's face, all that panic seemed to melt away. That comforting feeling of being protected, watched over slowly slipped over and around him. He made a soft, indistinguishable noise and his clinging hands relaxed slightly, though never fully released Seiri. "The forest...talks to me.." He mumbled the words slightly, but he had nodded when Cecilia asked him if he were okay. "...Something..a wolf...the forest said...a wolf burned it's trees, it's grass and a few of it's squirrels.." Ryu wanted to stand, to walk. To run and see the destruction himself, but he didn't quite trust his legs. His body, felt so weak. Immense pain. Mental or physical could do that to a person it seemed. He was sure, he would be alright in a little while though. Ryu's head was beginning to hurt, and the angry wind that had whipped up around them when the pain started had eased and died down.

Ariel pushed his own thoughts aside when he saw Cecilia clutch at her chest. Someone was giving off immense emotion nearby. The elemental inclined his head and followed the girl as she headed for the others. As they neared, his features grew darker. He wanted nothing to do with the demons - ever.
The sight of Cecilia's wings made his face shift into a mask of surprise. He'd known what she was, but it was different seeing the outcome. Stopping within a good ten feet of the other males, Ariel watched curiously. My words can wait.

Originally Posted by Kry

][Esmme! -hugs tightly- I'm REALLY sorry about all that 'stuff' that happened. I'll try to not let that kind of thing happen. I don't want to upset you or anything like that. I think your a good rper and I would hate to drive you off from the rp. I'm not used to being around people that don't like that kind of 'thing' so if I forget and it starts happening again, don't hesitate to message me and set me right. I really hope you'll continue to rp with us. And. Welcome Okamigirl!][

((In reply: *laughs quietly* And here I was planning on stepping out quietly. ;)
Thank you for your words, Kry. I'll be sure to remind you if it gets too . . . ah, uncomfortable again. Ariel is a flighty thing, so we'll just have him change his mind for now.

Ah, and Okamigirl! Yes, I echo that: welcome, deary.))

Cecilia could see a headache forming for the dragon, she'd watched the signs and felt them way too much to not know, and let her worry for the other take over the sadness she'd felt at watching him panic when she'd run towards them, her wings suddenly out. Grimacing lightly to herself, it meant she was running low on energy, but there as no fresh sunlight right now for her to draw strength on. Sighing softly she slowly held her hands up, palms facing Ryu as she let them fill with the soft warm glow, murmuring assurances that she was not going to harm him as her right moved to his temple to help with the pain there and her left hovering over the others heart to spread all over, seeming to absorb some of the pain the other suffered.

Seiri had only glanced at Ariel, a frown tugging his lips at the dark features, but he shook the thoughts away as he readjusted Ryu to stand on his own as Cecilia started healing the other. He'd been on the recieving end of her healing, and knew there'd be a slight boost in energy, but he worried his bottom lip as Cecilia swayed, collapsing against his frame opposite Ryu. "Cilia!" He exclaimed, right arm coming up to steady the girl around her waist. Now he was torn, wondering who he should check first; the newly healed Ryu, or the exhausted angel that slowly shifted to a much smaller form. He sighed, cradling the now toddler sized angel, still complete with tiny wings, as she slipped into a conserving sleep most likely. Ruby eyes glanced at his dragon, wondering how the other would react now.

Ryu shrank back against Seiri for a few moments when Cecilia held her hands towards him. Though, Seiri's steadiness against him, and the gentle reassurances from Cecilia caused him to relax a bit. He was sure Seiri wouldn't just stand there if someone were going to hurt him, and looking to Cecilia's face reinforced the feeling of warmth, comfort and protection she gave off. Even if her magic did frighten him. He had closed his eyes though, only for a moment. Soon finding himself on his feet, but he gripped one of Seiri's arms for support. Support that he didn't seem to need very much of now.

Cecilia's form had changed. Ryu stared. Both eyes wide. "What...what's wrong with her?" Fear struck his heart, had he caused this? Had he somehow harmed the angel when she went to help him? Was this his fault? Ryu stepped back, moving away from Seiri and Cecilia for a few steps. Ryu didn't know what to do, he glanced around. Looking for the others that had been around before he and Seiri had parted from them earlier.

He really didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, chuckling as he watched Ryu's reaction. Snatching the others hand, he brushed his lips across the knuckles. "Nothing wrong except for her being tired. She wore herself out today, probably forgot to charge her energy when the sun was still out." He explained, glancing at the cherub who had moved in his arm, on hand holding onto the shirt fabric and her right against her chest as she sucked her thumb. A sudden pang of sadness washed over him at the sight, but he pushed it aside, tugging the other back to his side. "We should get back to camp, or at least get her to the camp." His eyes had flashed to Ariel, wondering what the male had against him. He wasn't like other demons...He hated the unneccessary violence others reveled in.

(Thanks Esmme and Kry ^^. I'm happy to be apart of this awesome RP :D! Though I was surprised that Pyro caused all of that :"/. It's a little scary that what he done had caused a great impact... I feel a little guilty XD O3o.)

After a few minutes in the strange forest, Pyro could feel a haze cloud his mind. His actions became alike to that of a person who had had a few shots of some strong liquor. Paws could barely hold up their own body weight, and several times the disoriented wolf crashed down to the ground, unable to move, save for his eyes, which roved about the trees, seeking for the enemy doing this to him. These difficulties wouldn't have bothered Pyro the least bit, if he had been making progress through the confusing woodland. But, for each step he took, it seemed a thick tangle of branches blocked his way. So, as he turned from the mesh, the wolf found himself staring at the same grouping of trees, farther off. It was like he kept encountering the same dead ends and pathways, which drove him into great discomfort and distress, as he wheeled about uncertainly, letting out a soft whine of confusion. It was one of the many things that pushed Pyro's limits: not making any progress. It's not like he ever had any important place to be, or someone to meet. Seeing new sights, experiencing different places were his great joys. Without them, the white wolf felt as if he had been robbed from his right of happiness. It gave him a deep feeling of loneliness, and imprisonment.
Trying to give up his terrible feeling of isolation, Pyro attempted to fall asleep, falling to the group in an untidy heap on his back, his legs splayed in an uncomfortable position. But, try as he might, the pitiful wolf wasn't able too as something pressed against his mind, like a small, but incredibly sharp poker was pressing against his conscious. He couldn't rest until he found out what was lingering in the back of his mind. Gently closing his eyes, Pyro allowed his mind to wander.
Suddenly, without thought, as though something had pulled this memory from the back of his mind, a cave, covered almost entirely with moss, sprang up in his mind. Lichen hung down from the cave's entrance, giving it a welcoming, warm look. The cave itself was part of a large, grassy hill, not to far from a thick forest, symbolized by the tall pines that presided over the land. From the cave it was a downward slope towards the pebbly shore, which quickly gave away to the smooth peacefulness of the lake, which stretched towards the horizon, without, seemingly, an end.
Pyro remembered this place. It had been his home, with his two other siblings, both pure white, like himself except for his curious red tufts of fur rising up occasionally from his snow-white form. They both grew up by the lake, far from their mother's pack as she cared for them with unwavering dedication and love. Their father, a brownish red wolf, left behind his mate and pups to take care of the pack as alpha male.
Pyro had only seen his father once, when he had brought an adopted, two week old pup named Ruin, to be taken care of by his mother. The new pup was a black and silver timber wolf, and still had her lovely blue eyes of a pup. She was very kind and generous, therefore making her an easy target for Pyro's siblings pranks, though Pyro himself never participated. He had grown rather fond of Ruin, and loved her unyielding sense of adventure and curiosity.
Ruin and Pyro were around the same age, while Pyro's two siblings, named Tahk and Tohrul, both were about a two weeks older, both which felt a sense of superiority to the younger, and "inferior" pups. Therefore, the twins took it upon themselves to reprimand Ruin and Pyro for almost every little misdeed that they performed, and often looked at them with disdain and haughty expressions. Even with all of that misleading snobbishness, though, the twin pups performance never betrayed the knowledge of the two younger pups, that Tahk and Tohrul would do whatever they could to protect them in times of danger.
"Those were the days..." Pyro mumbled, his voice coming out in a surprisingly light voice, with a little of a rough accent to it, not from any human origins, but from the island that Pyro had come from. Memories from his pup-hood flicked across his mind as the invisible hand searched for the one memory, which had been tucked away for such a long time, it was almost forgotten, locked away deep in the crevice's of Pyro's subconscious. As the memory flashed Skin prickling and fur on end, Pyro re-witnessed the memory which he had been afraid to confront, unable to see the destruction again. The day his whole world came crashing down on him, and he had lost everyone precious to him.
It was the day he finally became a yearling wolf, ready to enter the pack. Actually, he was supposed to join the pack long before he became a year old. It was his mother who had refused to let Ruin and Pyro join the pack before they were, quote on quote, "Old enough to understand the importance of each other, and for their sake... so they won't get hurt in the big world!". Pyro yearned to tell his mother that the pack's territory wasn't so large that they would get lost, and anyways, it was almost impossible to get away from their father's watchful eye... at least that's what Tahk and Tohrul said, after they were able to visit their old home during the four days away. They obviously had become homesick, though, with two pairs of murderous eyes, just daring them to whisper that forbidden word, Pyro and Ruin stopped themselves from unmercifully teasing the twins, for the sake of safety in their own home.
Now, the happy day that Pyro's mother would tearfully think that she would be losing her pups, had finally come. Though, in fact, now that all of her pups were entering the pack, Pyro's mother herself would be reunited with them as well, but she didn't see it that way. She felt as though anything could happen to her son and adopted daughter, and would happen if she wasn't there to watch over them.
At the entrance of the cave, Pyro's mother gave them a stern stare as she began her speech on pack life as they awaited their father and a few other trusted wolves to greet them into the pack. The adolescent wolves glanced at their mother, who was pacing back and forth in front of them, giving her speech in her lovely, light voice that sounded as soft as dove's down.
"Now, don't forget, my dear ones, that you're meeting new pack-mates, but they're not your siblings. They are older, and more experienced than you, which calls for you to work harder and have unrelenting determination to prove yourselves to them." She paused to look at her remaining pups, now grown up and leaving their mother's protection. Giving her head a light shake, she went on with the speech. "Remember that being a part of this pack is about teamwork, respect, and trust. You're here for them, and they for you. The bond in between the pack and each member is astonishingly strong, and is extremely important for the pack's well being. I hope you do your very best to show your loyalty and dedication to your pack." Smiling slightly, the she-wolf led her pups outside, and up the slope to the edge of the forest, which was the waiting spot for the pack members to greet them.
"Wait here. I'm going to meet them first to discuss a few matters with them." Pyro's mother whispered in their ears while licking up from their shoulders to their brows, forming a spiky mohawk on both embarrassed youngsters. Chuckling lightly as she bounded off, the beautiful, white form of the she-wolf quickly disappeared into the deep, dark forest. The forest was forbidden to them, and they hadn't even entered yet, except on one quickly ended adventure. On that certain adventure, both pups had encountered a wild boar, and had barely made it back to their cave. Since then, they had been rather hesitant on going even near the mysterious forest.
"Time for your congratulatory gift, my young, inexperienced friend." Ruin turned to Pyro, gazing at him with her astonishingly dark blue eyes. She never lost the certain color known only to pups, which made her a puzzle to most other wolves, though Pyro never questioned why her eyes stayed that way, just how he never questioned how he always had the deep amber eyes, even from pup-hood. It just never struck him as odd, and most certainly not important.
"I have something for you..." suddenly abashed, Ruin lowered her gaze, and let her jet-black tail swat at the early fall leaves that rested on the ground. Pyro watched as she tore her eyes from his, and noticed how her pelt prickled with anxiety. Smiling just so slightly, he asked her, "What is it, then? I'm sure I would love it. Come now, don't be so shy."
"Don't tell me what to do, pup." Ruin laughed, while sweeping something over to Pyro with her tail. Looking down, Pyro saw that it was a long match, made out of pure black, glossy wood. A wide grin spread across the young pup's face as he gently picked the stunning match up, letting stick out through his lips, safely clutched in between his front teeth.
"This is wonderful, Ruin. Thank you so much." Pyro managed through his teeth as he leaned forward to rest his face against the magnificent she-wolf. After showing certain interests in fire, Pyro had looked for some flint, anything to make fire-making easier for him. This match, therefore, was perfect. It was made out of a certain wood that would resist any type of flames, and successfully last as long as the world would, as long as it was fire that it was battling.
"I'm sorry that I don't have anything to return the favor..." trailing off, the young wolf hung his head in shame, letting his ears droop down comically. He knew that gift or no gift, nothing as trivial as that mattered to their friendship.
"You know I don't care, so stop acting as if your feeling guilty, because I can see through you as if you were water." Chuckling, Ruin leaned forward to nip Pyro's ear ever so lightly, just so he really did know that she didn't need any gift to prove how much both of them meant to each other. Both wolves looked at each other simultaneously, a pair of amber eyes and blue eyes meeting as they both smiled.
Taking a few steps towards Ruin, Pyro tipped towards Ruin to whisper in her ear...
"You're it!" He cried out, leaping backwards and then scrabbling like a maniac towards the cover of the forest. He could hear Ruin barking out his name in annoyance, and her paws kicking up the few leaves on the ground in pursuit. Letting out a joyous howl, Pyro ran even faster, hoping that he wouldn't pass by the pack without knowing it on his mad game of tag. As he traveled deeper and deeper into the forest, and the sunlight barely pierced the thick canopy of oak and pine leaves, the juvenile felt a calming feeling come over him. The forest gave off a strange peacefulness, with the gentle sloping up and down of the underlying hills, and the tall trees overhead made you feel a certain freedom.
In the distance, Pyro could hear a commotion up ahead of him. Slowing down, the youth allowed the she-wolf to catch up with him, and turned towards her with an uncertain look in his face. Instantly knowing that something was wrong, Ruin pressed her pelt against his as a comfort, to know that she would be there for him.
"If it's a big problem, we'll find the pack and tell them. It might not be that bad, so don't worry, Pyro." she whispered comfortingly to her friend. Feeling the fear spilling from Pyro, Ruin leaned ever so slightly against him, just so that he knew that she was there for him.
As the commotion grew louder, the two yearlings were able to distinguish anguished howling, and whimpering from a clearing not too far ahead of them. Both wolves bounded forward, forgetting about any precautions they may have discussed before. The only thing on their minds now were who the sounds belonged to. As they burst into the clearing, a wolf shot past them, his hind leg bleeding badly and his neck fur wet with blood. Just after a few steps, the wolf crashed to the ground, his eyes already glazing over. Forcefully tearing their eyes from the dreadful scene, Ruin and Pyro watched as wolves fell to the grassy clearing floor along with their fallen comrades, their eyes wide with fear as they attempted in vain, to escape the immense danger that stood before them...
Tall, human-like creatures yelled at the remaining wolves that still moved, laughing cruelly at their attempts of self-salvation. The strange beings carried long spears and axes, which were red with blood. One paused to pick up a still wolf, which had a pure white pelt.
Starting forward, Pyro let out a deep, threatening bark, and almost ran into the clearing, but jaws closed down on his scruff, pulling him back into the cover of the woods.

(Hey, sorry guys! I gotta go really soon, and so I can't finish this post. But I'll finish it as soon as I get back ((I'm going on a four-day camp thing)), and then Pyro's story will be finished XD. RP with you guys later :D.)

((. . . Whoa. That was the longest post I've ever seen!! So sad, too! It was so happy at first that I knew it wouldn't stay that way forever. :())

Ariel stared at the infant's form tucked in Seiri's arm. That was little Cecilia. The elemental still kept a good couple feet between himself and the . . . infatuated demons. Seeing the gesture of "care" between them, he felt the tug of a frown on his features before he let the winds whip it away.
"She's just worn out, then?" he asked, his voice sounding quite solid. He stood nearby as a real person, not just a flit of mist in the air. Ariel's silver hair still sifted about his shoulders on air currents that were nonexistant, but he looked more human than he had through the entire time he'd known the others. "How long will she be like this?"
His quick-silver eyes lingered on her soft cheeks and clenched hand as Cecilia shifted a bit.

Ryu nodded slightly. "I see.." though he didn't sound very certain. He was still worried that he had some how harmed Cecilia to make this happen. He glanced at Ariel. The elemental asked a very good question, and he wondered how long it would last as well. He looked to Seiri for an answer. Ryu was quiet, he would wait patiently for Seiri to answer Ariel's question.

][sorry. Lame post is lame. -.-;][

The raven nodded quietly to the first question. As for the second, he nibbled his bottom lip. "I'd say till morning, but not sure when that is here. So the best bet is that it'll be a few hours." He answered with a smile, not wanting to say anymore. Frankly she pulled off some stuff he's never seen her do before. He had always left her side to watch from a distance when she hit villages or towns and healed the sick. It was one of the things he regretted now, because he couldn't totally care for her. He knew of another way to help her, but doubted it would fly with the elemental. He sighed at that, but drew Ryu close, his arm wrapping around the dragon's waist as he started moving back to the camp.

Ariel followed, though he (as was becoming usual) continued to keep a good deal of distance from the others. His silvery eyes continued to stay on Cecilia, but he refused to go within a few feet of the demons. When they returned to camp, the elemental let a small wind run through the area before he sat near the fire. "Near" was more like the same distance he gave the other males: a good few feet at least.
"She's so small," he breathed, looking to where Cecilia rested once again.

Irian had fallen asleep. Lulled to slumber by the surrounding forest, she and her dragon had lain without moving for what seemed like an eternity. At last, Tempo roused himself with a shaking of his great black head. A snort left him as he smelled the air with a loud snort. It seemed like things had indeed become more complicated. Time had passed on without the pair, and those they had met had wandered away. Sighing, the dragon nudged his rider while rousing her from the enchanted slumber with his mind.

Irian yawned loudly, and blinked groggily. The red head looked around to where pink petals had fallen. The delicate things covered the tracks of those they had met. "I suppose we should go try and find them.. Shouldn't we?" At the dragon's nod, the brown eyed woman scrambled up onto his back. Somehow or other, Tempo managed to fly up in the surprisingly high and ample canopy of the trees. This way, finding the others would be easy enough. The forest certainly wanted everyone together, strange as it seemed.

After what seemed like hours, but could have been minutes, the two finally spotted a camp. There they noticed people they had glimpsed once upon a time, but did not know. With a loud woosh of air Tempo landed and Irian clambered off his back once more. Moving forward towards the fire, Irian smiled sheepishly. "The forest managed to make me sleep, or maybe I did that to myself. I feel like I need to re-introduce who I am. This is Tempo, and I am his rider Irian." After looking at the gathered people for a moment, the young woman went to sit beside the fire with a cautious air.

((Sorry for the long absence guys! I hope this makes up for it a little bit,))

Ora had startled when Cecilia had taken off running into the darkness. Now she felt a little more scared than before. It was just the three of them now, her, Chesamai, and the one called Snowball who had lit their campfire with a small breath. She was wondering if her family was looking for her when the missing re-approached with what seemed like a young child, but no Cecilia. She stood quickly, thankful that they had returned, when a large dragon appeared with a woman who introduced herself as Irian. It's that dragon again... She was truley amazed by the thing she had only ever thought to be a myth. Ora walked cautiously towards it and stood blinking owlishly up at the large creature. Introducing herself to the woman, but more to the dragon, "I'm Ora."

Tempo regarded the woman with his large amber eyes. It was obvious she was fascinated with him, and Irian said so in the mental way they had with each other. For this reason, his rider let him do the speaking for once. Snorting a little he moved. A wing crashed into one of the nearby trees, sending an unpleasant jolt trough the dragon. Grumbling about space, he did something he hated to do... He became human, or had the appearance of one mostly human now. "Hello, I am Tempo." His voice didn't resonate trough his chest as it usually did, though it was still grave. Amber eyes, dark skin and dark hair, those were his human features. A grimace crossed his handsome face, by human standards, as he realized he was naked.

Irian chuckled and removed a cloak from the bag which had dropped upon the dragon's transformation. "Here brother, take it." Placing the cape around his shoulders, she smiled at the other woman. "He really hates this form, but in a forest it's the only way my overprotective dragon can keep a good eye on me." Irian laughed as Tempo rolled his eyes at her words. There was no way the dragon could deny them, considering they were absolutely true.

Ryu was silent. He didn't protest when Seiri drew him closer and they moved towards the camp. His eyes sweeping over the others. The woman and the man who he knew to be a dragon. The same dragon that had been with the woman before. Ryu shook his head slightly, it was beginning to hurt again, but that was alright. At least the forest had calmed down. Whatever had harmed it had obviously stopped or lost interest. Still, Ryu was curious. He wanted to investigate, though he had no idea what he could do about such a thing. Ryu felt just the slightest bit overwhelmed, but he kept such thoughts to himself.

Exhaling quietly, the raven stared at the elemental, quietly aggreeing with him. And much as he didn't want to, he needed to let go of Ryu. Seiri squeezed lightly at the waist his arm was wrapped around, before letting go and stepping over to the tiny angel's knapsack. Opening the top he pulled out a fleece blanket and bundled her up in before setting her in a a makeshift crib between two roots that were close together. Trailing his finger tips along her cheek, he couldn't stop the tender smile as she twitched lightly. Watching over her for a few more minutes, Seiri stood and walked away, partly in case the elemental wanted to be near her. The other part of him had been overcome by a strong sense of grief, and failure. He'd lost his own family, and now Cecilia was practically defenseless like that. He didn't know what to do, so he did what he'd usually done when upset; climb trees and hide in the foliage.

Suddenly before her eyes the dragon became human. When he introduced himself as Tempo, Ora stood red cheeked wondering if the man realized he'd forgotten clothes... When Irian had wrapped him in a cloak, Ora sighed. Thank goodness, that would have made for an akward conversation... Listening to Irian explain his transformation she found herself even more amazed. By now Tempo was probably wondering why Ora was standing there still, continuing to stare childishly up at him. How had he done that? What happened to his wings? Could he breathe fire? She was frowning at him now trying to make sense of things in her head, slowly leaning closer into his personal space.

Huffing silently, the dragon regarded this person with a tilted head. The way she stared at him made him chuckle. This was how Irian had been in the beginning. Humans, and their fascination with his kind, never ceased to amuse Tempo. "Could it be that you've lost your tongue so soon little one?" Even in this form, he towered over nrearly everyone else. Except of course for the one with draconic blood.

His thoughts veered to him with those of his rider. It seemed like the intriguing young man had returned... With quite to companion.

People were pairing off so quickly. Irian's eyes flicked up into the trees of their own volition to search for the crowish young man. She wanted to see what would happen if Tempo was left alone with the woman, or relatively so. At the same time she wanted to investigate this other person. In reality, she wouldn't put it past him to actually be a crow. There were stories of such things, and Irian had seen enough not to discredit stories. Calling out with amusement in her voice, she made sure she was able to be heard. "I don't think hiding up there and pouting is going to help anyone. Why don't you come down and talk about what's bothering you Crow?" Worst came to worse, Irian would climb up there herself. Heights had frightened her to death once, now they were just a matter of slight annoyance.

Seiri moved back to one of the more visible tree branches, glaring at one of the newcomers. "I am a Raven, not a disgusting Crow. That my famlial geneus shares with them is a great blight to myself." He all but hissed in his anger. Oh he was angry at her for claiming him to be a crow, but that she would make fun of his pain? Ruby eyes flashed dangerously. "You know nothing of what you speak. I am allowed a few moments to mourn for the dead, am I not?" He questioned, the anger still coursing his veins as he crouched on the wide branch, one hand gripping the bark near his feet while his left held the branch above his head for balance.

Pursing her lips, the red haired woman regarded him with a more serious expression now. "As you said, I know not of what I speak. I apologize, though I must admit I wanted a reaction from you." The fact that she had to crane her neck for this conversation annoyed her. For this reason Irian sent a quick mental message to Tempo, so he would know to watch for a chance of her falling, then began to climb the tree as best she could. The strain upon her limbs was beginning to be familiar to her, since Irian had been practicing for a while now to clamber up larger trees then this.

Finally she reached a branch near her new acquaintance. "Losing people you love is a truly terrible thing, and losing innocents to war..." Her own memories came to haunt her, making Tempo look up with concern in his face. Shooing his thoughts away from hers, Irian turned to the raven man. "As for calling you a crow, well I'm really horrible at telling the difference so please forgive me."

When the dragon man spoke to her, her eyes widened, and she jumped back a bit realizing her intrusiveness. Blushing she replied, "No, you just..." her voice trailed off, well you're a dragon! she thought. Not knowing how to talk to him she decided to spare herself the embarassment and walked back to her spot in front of the fire and sat. She glanced around as Irian began to climb the tree. Their group had grown, were all of them lost too? Legs out straight in front her, wiggling her toes, lost in thought, she cursed being out here in her night gown. The bottom of the sheer gown once reached between her knees and ankles was now dirtied and shredded many inches shorter. She was thankful for the night as no one would be able to see through the gown as easily. Thinking of the cut she had on her foot before Cecilia healed her she glanced towards the group who had brought the child back with them. It looked like Cecilia... could it be? She glanced towards Tempo again, not wanting to miss it if he did anything else interesting, she thought she might as well make friends here, especially if the rumors were true, and there was no escaping this place. She frowned to herself, of course there was escaping this place, it was trees and dirt, surely the group was smarter than a bunch of wood and dirt... Yawning she wished she had something to lay her head on so she could rest for a while, but sadly she didn't. She pulled her knees up to her chest and layed her head on them, she was so tired, and now, so very uncomfortable.