RP:Kyriv meets Riotka

Vyrin blinks quietly, an instant of confusion and passiveness washing over her, then fresh annoyance courses through and she shakes off the feeling, rising fluidly to her feet and dropping to the floor next to the half-elf, regarding Riotka with a rather hostile air. "What are -you- lookin' at?" she snaps rudely

You sits with his legs crosses watching the smoking man and the striped dragoness. A slight smile on his face. His demeanor unchanging as he watched her behavior. His eyes glowed a bit menacing yet the small grin never waned a bit.

You said, ".............."

Ivellios rolls his eyes, then stands rather slowly before heading towards the exit to leave.

Vyrin considers him for a moment, then snorts with disdain, evidentally having completed her evaluation. "So -you're- the one she was talking about," she muses quietly, to herself mostly, "Not too impressive."

You leans forward as to start sliding off the rock. As he appeared to about hit the ground belly first he shifted forms again to his larger crystalline dragon form. As he approached he watches the smoking man for sudden movement was he came upon the dragoness. Sniffing the air around her he remained silent. He canted his head to the side analyzing her intently.

Ivellios continues towards the exit before stopping and turning around. He leans against the enterance of the cave, watching.

Vyrin 's violet gaze flickers between the motionless half-elf and the dragon, not so wary as arrogant, her two tails waving lazily from side to side.

You noting the discoloration of her form to himself yet aware to move back suddenly when her tail begins to move. Circling around her as he glances back to the half-elf for a moment reading his expression then looking back to the Dragoness. Changing the direction of his circling , he began to near her again as he looked for some sigh of injury or sickness. Smelling the air again as he approached.

Vyrin lifts her upper lip to expose her silvery fangs, the beginnings of a snarl rumbling up from her chest in warning. Obviously she doesn't respond well to being stared at for too long in this manner, although, knowing her ego, a stare of awe would be just fine. Her gaze shifts once more to pierce the half-elf, apparently needing something to glare at.

Ivellios looks up to the dragoness with a smirk and a nod.

You hopping up on the nearest rock the massive dragon sits down surveying the nearby area. As to 'watch over' the Dragoness in front of him on the ground. Settling on the large rock he moves his head atop his front claws and loosely watches over the Dragoness on the ground.

Vyrin remains statuesque for a few more moments of silence, then, in one of those lightning-quick movements she possesses, her figure blurs and settles to a halt behind the male dragon, smirking. "Confused?"

You turns his head slowly reviling an overly large grin, "Is that a threat?" his eyes narrow suddenly as his tail was already primed for such a move. Stepping to the side with amazing balance and speed. As Dragon turns and twist with great torque his tail moves suddenly into a blur moving with great velocity as to if it were to hit she would be send into a spin in mid air. Other than that she would have to move into the rocks to her side or go up into the air. Riotka's eyes glowed deeply and watched her threw out this masterfully performed maneuver never taking his eyes off her for a moment. You told Miko, "ooc why, he don't matter..."

Vyrin goes poof in a relatively large burst of black flame, reappearing on his other side. "A mere question." Her voice is Vyrin's, and yet not Vyrin's, more of a deadly, silken purr.

You snorts an exhale of smoke as he peered at her, "Your not fast enough Demon to defeat me." his voice rumbled as he spoke. "I'm not even trying yet." a tone of aristocracy in his words this time as she calmly walks away from her shifting forms again smoothly as to not even break the cadence of his step. Demont appears from the west, but his Master waves him off with but a motion of his left hand. Turning again to the demon. "And what do you hope to gain with trying to impress me with you demon magic. If you only knew the number of screams this blade has heard...." his voice fades out as his hand slowly caresses the leather wrap on his sword.

Vyrin rolls her eyes at him, obviously annoyed. "Oh please. I'm not anglin' for a stranglin', all I'm after is a decent conversation, and the only one who even comes relatively -close- to satifying me is -her-, and she's not even good for anything but carrying me around in this lame body. So why don't you put away the "I kill you now" attitude and talk to me?"

You grinning widely for a moment, "Aww and i was so hoping for blood roses..." releasing his grip from the sword as he walked back to her. "Well I guess interesting conversation can be just as satisfactory." his tone not as excited as before, when the air hinted the chance of battle. "I'm Master Riotka...." pausing to bow " And what might your name be dear parasite?" the confident tone of aristocracy hints again in his voice.

Vyrin eyes him, seemingly uninterested, completely ignoring the insult. "You mean she hasnt told you about me...? My, I'm so hurt." She settles back on her haunches comfortably, pausing first to yawn, then, "I am called Kyriv."

You bows again, "It's nice to meet you." he moves to a rock and makes a hand gesture to his slave. Demont brings drinks promptly. "So you two are old friends?" taking a glass in hand "Drink?" You dropped 2 dwarven wine.

Vyrin snorts disdainfully at his offering, partially amused. "It's 'nice' to meet what you consider to be a 'parasite'...? Interesting...and who exactly are you referring to, her and I, or the half-elf and I?"

You turning to where the half elf departed at, "He left a while a go with out a word. And yes, it's nice to meet a creature that resides in my friend." then taking her drink and slamming it as he took the other drink from his slaves hand then handing him the now emptied glass.

Vyrin stares at him like he's a total nutcase for a few moments of silence, then recovers her composure. "I see...as to whether or not that man and I are friends, the answer is no, he hates me quite completely."

You his eyes narrow for a moment, "You are not friends with him or she is not....or could it be both?" sipping the wine as he ponders for himself. "So now tell me why you occupy this Dragoness?" ,his head cants to the side again.

Vyrin wrinkles her snout at him in a demeaning fashion. "You would do well to keep in mind that we are two separate entities sharing one physical mean of transportation; neither of us is the other. And absolutely not, she loves him quite dearly. He -is- the only one who stuck by her after all this time, after all." She sniffs royally, shaking her rather long mane out of her eyes, then continues, "Because she needs me."

You chuckles to himself, "Did you determine this need you speak of or did she? Please forgive me if I don't trust you, but after all you are a demon." taking another causal drink from the glass in hand.

Vyrin snorts in his general direction, gaze piercing. "If I weren't here, she would be -dead-," she states flatly. "In consequence with my existance, I am also keeping her alive."

You rubbing his chin for a moment, "Really?" his eyebrow raised he thought over the truth of this demon's words. "Why do you seek a conversation with me then Demon?"

Vyrin shoots him a nasty look. "I'm bored, you're of her species, and she actually knows you. Therefore, you're at least semi-interesting."

You returns a cocky smile, "Hmmm entertainment value huh?" looking her over "So what does one of you kind like to talk about?

Vyrin considers this for a moment, then drawls slowly, "Entertaining, no...I merely took a peek into her head and you were the first coherent thought I could dig up. You were quickly followed by sugar, I'm not quite sure what that's all about..anyhow, you don't seem all that great to me, I'm not exactly sure why she holds you in relatively high regard...," she mutters, considering him carefully.

You smirks, "My, being ageless must suck...." he stared right at her face and just smirked at her for a moment, "You mean to tell me you can't go see? Or must you go ask her yourself?" his head tilts back in forth as he seems to be enjoying the verbal jousting. "I see nothing all that great about you as well, Demon magic is not that uncommon in these lands...why yesterdays I was making lil Ice Devils cry like screaming girls." his smile widens as he is lost in the memory for a moment. Turning back to her again, "Then again appearance are always deceiving." his words grew ever more silky putting an emphasis on the word deceiving.

Vyrin exhales slowly, regarding him with an uninterested eye. "Her mind is...falling apart rapidly. I'm not sure why. The only way I managed to get in without trouble in the first place was because she was sleeping. Other than that, the unbalanced state of her mind is a giant mousetrap, if I go in, I get caught and have to wriggle my way out. It's a time-consuming process that I'd rather not endure. As it is, I don't care much to know things that I have no concern about. I've met you, and you are of no importance to me. She thinks otherwise, of course, but, then again, I'm not her and have no wish to be. Besides...when she's this unstable, it makes it much easier for me to make my appearance. She fights me quite hard otherwise."