RP:Of Dragons, Yew Berries, and Deer

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: Thamalys is busy with the harvesting of some yew berries, which he needs for a preparation against blood loss, when a rather battered Mythayus - together with a winged Stag by the name of Oenomaus- bumps into the Avian while trying to dodge Larket's healers. The two embark in a smooth - if a bit odd - conversation that even features Thamalys trying to speed up the wounded Dragon's recovery by means of some herbs of his. Unluckily enough, the whole thing suddenly takes a turn for the worst when Thamalys realises he is actually standing in front of a Dragon, an ilk that the Avian fears greatly because of his own past. In order to test the kind-heartedness of Mythayus, Thamalys proceeds to apparently poison poor Oenomaus with the above mentioned yew berries. In fact, deer are amongst the very few creatures that can tolerate the taxanes contained into the above mentioned berries, but Mythayus does not know and, with a mighty display of calm and wisdom, pins the Avian against a tree demanding explanation. Satisfied with the outcome of this rather nasty trial, Thamalys asks for the dragon to show himself in his true form, and eventually the three winged beasts fly away toward the mountains, with not so many berries in the end, but intoxicated by the joy of climbing the wind together instead.

Kelay: Overlooking a Pass

Thamalys || "Is that even possible that in order to find a single yew tree one has to fly for hours..." thus muttered the Avian - his only listener the wind - presently intent in the apparently not so trivial task of locating a specimen of the conifer. Soaring high above the forest, Thamalys could not help to thank his good fortune: the wound carved through his right shoulder, deep down into the root of his beloved wings, turned out to be a rather easy healing - well, at least for the skilfull hands of the Guild - so that only a brief rest was needed for the Avian to be able to enjoy the sheer pleasure of the wind on his skin. Simply clad in black and white, leather pants and loose shirt respectively, much of his skin was exposed to the cold breeze spiralling from the trees, the inking covering much of his body joyfully coming to life at every turn, every dip, every powerful swing of those massive ivory curtains. The many, knotted braids cascading over his shoulders would have happily followed, the solid blue gaze of the Avian now suddenly nailed on the familiar features of a massive trunk sprouting just at the edges of a rocky clearing. "There, there you are..." he would have cried, slowly starting to draw narrower and narrower circles into the air, descending smoothly, savouring his very nature at every glide, while at the same time trying to evaluate the options to tackle the not really comfortable landing. Thrusting his legs forward, pivoting on his core muscles, his tiny frame almost snapping in the mighty effort, Thamalys would have eventually outstretched his wings to their full extent, catching as much air as possible in the process, loosing momentum to match the exact speed he was looking for. With a dull thud, both of his bare feet would have reached the ground, the willowy shapes of the Avian crouching shortly after, bending whole on the knees, wings still fully unfurled. A deep breath, eyes closed, only to leap to his feet, thin and tall, his eyes already on the red berries he was looking for. Not a single soul in the whole of the stony glade, his task seemingly close to completion already.

Mythayus was once more chased from Larket by the healers that want to heal his wounds. He didn’t understand why they were so worried about him. The wounds hurt yes but there were plenty of others in need of more healing than himself, and he had told them that. That didn’t seem to stop them. So he did what he’s usually did left Larket to avoid them. He’d go back home later. He had rode the distance on his powerful Ebony Peryton Stag, Oenomaus. He too was looking for something, well a couple things in fact, the spring, and his friend Linkin’s house. He knew it was somewhere in the forest but always got turned around. He let out a small sigh as he continued. Oenomaus pulled at his reigns wanting to fly, but Myth kept them on the ground. The Stag flapped it’s wings in protest but would come to a sudden halt as it heard Thamalys’s flourished landing. Mythayus would dismount and walk forward, Oenomaus following close behind. Myth was tall and had nice compact muscles, and he wasn’t’ wearing his usual full plate. Instead he was wearing a pair of nice cotton pants, and a comfortable cotton shirt, with nice leather boots. His long black hair was pulled neatly in a tight que, strand had escaped the que and formed bangs that he tried to keep behind his ears but never seemed to work that way. The scar around his were clearly visible and they were clear made by something the burns whether it be fire or acid is anyone’s guess. Bangs also peeked out from the collar of his shirt. Also noticeable was a scar then ran parallel with his left eye. He wore mid arm length leather gloves on his hands. His voice smooth liquid honey, “Hello there, I don’t want to scar you. I just wanted to let you know of my presence” He didn’t know if the man was friendly or not but he wasn’t going to judge either. He was going to treat him the way he treats everyone. ‘Friend until proven otherwise.’

Thamalys was so close to pick up the first of the scarlet lot, his arm already stretched toward the berries, his features mostly covered by the low-hanging dark branches of the ancient tree, when some voice would have stopped him mid-air. He was so sure nobody was to be seen near by less than a minute ago. "Who..." he began in soft tone, whilst folding his wings in one smooth move only and subsequently turning around to face the odd couple. A man, possibly, although his voice had something unworldly about it - and the presence of a winged stag did not exactly suggest to label Mythayus as the average mushroom hunter. "Why, a very good morning to you, Sir. And, to your beautiful companion as well..." he would have continued, first bowing slightly, then moving across scarce grass and abundant stone to bring himself closer to the deer, not for a single moment losing sight of the tidy figure of the Dragon. Closer, now, Thamalys would have started to pick up the mark on Mythayus face. His - scarce - knowledge as a Healer immediately surfaced, and yet he could not tell with absolute certainty what was it that disfigured those otherwise rather noble features. "May I?" he would have said in a lower pitch, rising his right arm to caress the stag, just before adding "Does he have a name? Oh. Such insolence, I do apologise. Mine is Thamalys, at your service. May I be so bold to ask for yours?" Cautious he had to be the Avian, as a number of righteously angry Frostmawians may recall still his features from that awful fight on the bridge, the recently healed shoulder throbbing slightly as if to remind him to proceed with no haste at all.

Mythayus watched the avian. He did vaguely recall seeing him at the battle but was to preoccupied with his own part in the battle, of course he wouldn’t recognized, right this moment, his human sized and not scaly. He wasn’t sure how Oenomaus was going to react to someone new. This was the first time since the winged stag had been around anyone other than Myth since his original rider died. Oenomaus would fluff-up at the compliment, Clearly like it. The ebon stag would watch the man see he moved, as would Mythayus. His own blue hue watched the avian, but he kept a warm smile on his face. “Certainly,” Mythayus would nod. “His name is Oenomaus. It’s fine.” He’d give a light laugh, “ I surprised he didn’t try to bite you. It must’ve been the compliment.” He’d shrug. “ And you may. My name is Mythayus. It’s a pleasure to mean Thamalys. As he’d get closer to Myth, the scar under his eye, was made by and sword and it is very old. The one on his neck were newer, and looked to made by acid. The bandage however were fresh, clearly changed hours ago . “You have lovely wings.” He’d offer as a compliment, his smile remained warm and inviting and his voice just as smooth. “What brings you to the forest?” He’d try to strike up conversation.

Thamalys went ahead, gently laying his hand on the coal-black fur of the creature, another long step taking along his side, his arm following accordingly, stroking a caress that would only end at the base of those gorgeous wings. "He is a genuine beauty, is he not?" he would have muttered in the softest of the whispers. Only then, the Avian would rise his icy gaze from the stag, meeting once more the equally blue star of dragon. "Glad to meet you indeed... and, most gracious of you, Sir" he continued bowing slightly, right before grasping some additional details about the collection of wounds and scars crowding Mythayus' flesh. He frowned, his arm now hanging loose against his side, clumsily trying to circumvent the stunning shapes of the deer to bring himself only a couple of meters away from the dragon. "I was... why, in fact I am rather desperately in need of same yew berries. Not to craft a deadly poison, mind you..." he would have hastily added, ample gestures swiftly following as to support his good will, "... on the contrary, I would need them to ultimate a concoction against blood loss. Well, at least it should work that way..." he concluded, seemingly intent to examine the details of his own ink spiralling on the bare skin of his left arm. "Now, it would be my turn to ask, Sir..." he would have added, something similar to a smile cracking those bony features, "... but more that your sylvan errand, I would be interested to know whether I can be of any help with... those?" he would have pointed his skinny ring finger toward the neck of the dragon. "Not that I can do much..." he hastened shortly after, "...but I should have on me some powerful antiseptic I put together just yesterday.. where the heck is it, then..." he bursted while starting to probe the many pockets sewn within the leather wrapping his legs.

Mythayus ‘s blue hue would stay on the man as he, petted Oenomaus. “He is quite beautiful and fairly fast in the sky as well, though not as fast as me.” He add the last bit off handed. He’d tilt his head, but kept his smile, as the avian continued to talk. “You don’t have to bow. I’m not anyone important.” He noticed the man couldn’t keep his eye of Oenomaus, but who could blame him. Ebony Perytons were rare, and having a tamed one even more so. Not to mention the beast’s beauty. “You can ride him, if he’ll let you.” Myth wasn’t afraid of losing Oenomaus. He knew the stag was loyal and would come back to him. “As far as why I’m here I’m looking for a spring and my friend’s house. I wanted to see if he was alright, but in true fashion keeping getting turn around. He found it odd that the man would quickly add the defense of ‘not making poison’ to the end of his sentence. He knew nothing of potion making or brewing or whatever it maybe called. “Yew berries, hmm… and those one are it there?” He’d motion towards the berries Thamalys was reaching for prior. “I can give you a left or Oenomaus can. Whichever.” He rub his neck, “Well suppose letting you look at them can’t hurt. So sure if you can help I’d be more than happy to accept.” He watched in amusement as the man searched for the antiseptic. He’d careful start to remove his shirt revealing that the bandages where wrapped around the entirety of his torso, though the front was nice a clear when he turned, to show the Avian his back, small part of the bandages were stained with blood, from the wounds. His muscles were in fact compact and lean. Not those body-builder, nasty looking ones. The ones pleasant to look. His upper arms, and body was covered with scars from battles past.

Thamalys shook his head, the pearly white mass of his hair swaying slowly. "I appreciate your offer, but I would not ride any other winged creature...", he commented, his Avian proud fiercely surfacing through thin sparks of gold into the otherwise flawless dark blue of his eyes. He seemed to focused on the last chunk of the conversation, but the casually given hint from the dragon about being able to fly himself did not go unnoticed. Some concern was building quickly into Thamalys mind, who above all creatures, including vampires, feared dragons indeed, his painful past still not willing to let him go. Was is the cruel smile of a fanged black best, the one thought blossoming into the mind of the Avian? Such a suffering... no, he would have not allowed his wretched memories to take control of this gift called present. Instead he continued to probe each of the many pockets till eventually he produced a tiny wooden box. By that time, Mythayus would have been bare-chested already, prompting yet another surge of doubt into the Avian's reasoning. What sort of man could have collected so many scars in a single lifetime? Something was so clearly out of place... and yet, his duty came first. "Now, if you would be so kind to steady yourself..." he began, before a couple of long leaves appeared into his hands, promptly torn to pieces - originating such a powerful minty smell! - in order to cleanse his skin as much as possible, before carefully opening the box, now held with the left only. The right would have started to undo the bandage, revealing a sizable injury running much deeper than he thought. "Why, I am surprised you seem to take little notice of such a nasty cut..." he went on, now pinching together the edges of the broken skin - the underlying wound incredibly clean - and rubbing them with a generous dose of the medicament, sealing as much as possible while at the same time trying to limit the occurrence of infection. "In fact, you boast quite a collection of scars, Sir... almost too many to be possibly witnessed by a mere mortal, one would even think...". Poking, probing, trying to stir the Dragon off-balance, yes, but notwithstanding most of his focus devoted exclusively to the wound, now already much better looking, although... "clean bandages, those I have not, I am afraid. Would you consider to visit the House of Ara in Larket? Much more talented people than me could erase the risk of any infection... and these are not wounds to be taken lightly indeed!" So he concluded, putting back the precious box in his pocket while waiting from some hint, a mixture of curiosity and anxiety unrelentingly brewing within his own self.

Mythayus closed his eyes listening to the man. He could since the man’s unease and if he thought this collection of scars was a lot, he really needed to see Chakor. He did enjoy the smell of mint. He didn’t show any pain, until the man started to remove the bandages from his back. He’d wince and the muscle in his back would tense. These wounds weren’t clean, they seemed to have bend made by claws and teeth. His back also showed bruising allover. There were two rather interesting scars on each shoulder, that looked like a sharp circle object was pushed straight through. He’d do as asked, and brace himself on a nearby tree. “I Do notice it there, I’m just good at setting my pain aside. Larket has more injured people that they can shake a stick at. If I can tolerate my wounds and let them focus on the people who really need healing right now. I’d hate to use up their resources when I know there are people more hurt than myself.” He’d paused and try to get of his soap box. He’d give a laugh followed by a wince as the avian continued to clean the wounds. “I’m not human, but most of the scars are from within the last four to five years. The only two that aren’t is the one under my eye and this one.” He’d move the hair away from the back of his neck to show the Avian a brand that 657, on the back of his neck. “those I got a while ago.” He’d grit his teeth and the smile would be gone as the man continued to clean, pinch, and seal off bit of the wounds. “Thank you, for you help.” He’d force a smile on his face though his eye would show that he was still in pain. “Can I repay you? And as I said before I’ll them them focus on the who need healing more than myself. That’s why I was going to the spring. When ever I’d get hurt I’d always go there. And I’d….” He pause for moment his past catching to him. Remembering his Avian friend Misaki. “ And I’d always be helped by an avian.” He’d give a pained laugh. “Is there a way I can repay you?”

Thamalys stood silently, listening to the Dragon's story unfolding. By the end, he would have guessed, if not everything, an awful lot. Did it matter? Maybe. Trust, did not come easily to him. It never did, and now less than ever before. This scarred creature, he maybe fought for Larket - meaningless labeling here. He did fight for Valen, as much as the Avian was concerned - but still a dragon remained. Thamalys accepted already that a minority of vampires were not that evil after all, but dragons... oh, that was a completely different story, one that his past was not ready to let go -yet. Long, cold shivers running through his spine, he tried to pull it together nonetheless, to go against his most inner fears, to take control of his cloudy past. "Fair enough, Not Human, I shall inquire no further. And yes, I will demand your payment immediately, then." He turned around, gracelessly, a few strides pacing toward the magnificent yew still witnessing the scene from same distance. "Fifty-two-point-nine ounces exactly, no more, no less, I need to collect, and make it back to the House before noon. Come come, then, my mysterious friend. Picking these berries should benefit your healing greatly, I believe. If you would be so kind to start with the unripe ones, please..." Humming a soft tune, chiefly in the attempt to dispel his own discomfort at being so close to the dreaded creature, Thamalys would have led the stag along as well, eventually reaching the tree and, without glancing back, not even once, he would have started the harvest, in the strangest company he would have ever imagined to conquer in that fine cold morning.

Mythayus would look around a bit confused for a moment, but give a nod. “I’ll gladly help, but how will I know that it’s Fifty-two-point-nine ounces?” He wasn’t book smart, but he wasn’t dumb either, plus he never really had to measure anything. He could feel the unease on the man. A look of concern filled him, “Is everything alright> Is something troubling you?” His hue focused on the avian as he moved towards the tree. Oenomaus would allow himself to be led and even rub his antlers against the tree. Myth would smirk and climb onto the stags back using him for the extra height, he’d climb into the tree with a wince as the wounds stretched. He’d prop himself one a branch and sit down. “How do I know it it’s ripe or unripe?” When it came to certain things he was clueless. Plants just happened to be one of them. Though he’d be happy to learn. “Sorry if I’m annoying you, or asking dumb questions.” He’d offer as he started to examine the berries. “You said these were for blood loss? How are they going to help with that?” He honestly wanted to know, maybe it could help him or something. He’d listen to the humming and smile. “That’s pretty.” He’d offer up. They were quite the sight and human and a peryton, and now an avian. Very interesting company.

Thamalys curved his lips in a timid smile. "That would be about one thousand of these good-looking red lads over here..." he went, his hands already moving fast, back and forth from the lower branches to a leathery satchel he presently hung on a offshoot halfway between him and the peculiar Dragon-on-a-Stag couple. "I counted twenty-two already, so you better hurry up!". As for your other questions... he would have taken some moments, apparently focussing on the task at hand only, before assembling an answer. Without turning around, but on the contrary climbing his way up on the huge trunk to position himself even more deeply into that luxurious dark green canopy, his voice would have reached the dragon oddly filtered by the leaves. "Of the most perfect crimson, they should be. If veering even slightly to lighter tones, leave them there. The inner, the seed, that is... just one of those is enough to kill a man. But the aril, the red part we are interested in, if treated correctly give a powerful antihemorrhagic - the Wind knows we need that stuff. And, I am as fine I can be, thank you. It is just that..." he paused, even the swish originating from his harvesting coming to an end. Was it a long, soft sigh, that sound that seemed to challenge the cold breeze whistling through the clearing? And yet, the next words would have dropped like boulders in a still lake, heavy, painful even, a clear note of fear ringing into the tone of the Avian. "... you are a dragon, Mythayus of the Countless Scars, are you not?" Not so much of a question, really, and yet, some anticipation as well could have been noticed within the rough inquiry of one of the two Blue under the tree.

Mythayus would tilt his head and give a light laugh, “A race is it? I thought we were just picking some berries.” He’d pick up his own speed whilst keeping balance on the branch he was currently sitting on. “Crimson ones, got it, if they’re Candied apple red I leave them, only the crimson ones.” He’d smile. “That sounds dangerous, so eating them is out of the question.” He’d tilt his head, listening to the avian, “I am a dragon, how’d you know? Mythayus of countless scars…. Hmmm. Never been called that” He offer a playful laugh, “Me being a dragon doesn’t bother you, does it? If it does I’m sorry. There are time were I wish I wasn’t a dragon. Everyone expects so much of me, and I know they mean well, but I’m not a fix all solution to problems. Which is how I have been treated in the past.” He’d offer a laugh and start using his shirt to hold the berries. He’d look down at Oenomaus, who has decided to use this rider free time to start cleaning his beautiful wings and ignore the two men in the tree. “so what do you like to do in your spare time when you not up a tree picking berries?”

Thamalys knew the answer to his own question beforehand - and yet a tiny corner of his mind desperately hoped for a different one. Bumping into a solid dozen of cheeky branches, the Avian left his spot to jump down onto the mixture of clay and stone where the great tree decided to build his home. Ignoring the annoyance of a couple of feathers tangled into the leaves - for how much he loved his wings, those had some drawbacks indeed - the Avian took one stride toward the Stag. A cold, controlled voice that very little had to do with the cheerful tone Thamalys showed off just a little while ago suddenly spoke: "As a matter of fact, Sir, it does bother me. So greatly, in fact, that I am myself surprised of being still able to sustain this conversation". On he went, fishing some of those deadly seeds from the satchel, no less than five or six, only to offer them, right on the palm of his tattooed right hand, to the feathery companion of the Dragon. "Say, would you reckon this furry fellow of yours would be willing to give it a try with these berries after all?" So close already, very little the Dragon could have done to stop the deer from swallowing the beautiful seeds. Whatever the Avian had in mind, not even the most skilled of Mage could have guessed, the face of the - feathery - Blue as still as a solid block of white marble, even the inking on his skin apparently frozen into the moment.

Mythayus watched in disbelief, as the avian seemingly and purposely poisoned Oenomaus. For the stag would gladly take whatever the avian offered the stag. “Oenomaus!” Would escape Myth’s lips. “Drop it!” He would jump down, dropping the berries, he had collected and once more ignoring the injuries to his back. The stag would listen to the command of his current master and drop the remains of the berries, from it’s mouth. “Why would you do something like that!” His full attention was on the Avian. “If you have a problem with me then you take it up with me!” He’d reach for the avian and pin him to the tree they were just in. “Please tell me nothing is going to Happen to Oenomaus, and that this is nothing more than cruel joke.” His eyes weren’t angry, he had raised his voice out of concern and worry, and that is what his blue eyes showed. “So tell now….” His voice trailed off for a moment. This was the second time an avian had hurt him, but he still hoped that this was a cruel joke…. Like the ones his brother would pay on him. “Please…” His eyes were like that of a sad puppy, one you had just kicked.

Thamalys took little notice of how many of the lethal berries the poor Stag managed to swallow. And for a very good reason, one that - however - would have required him to be free from the Dragons' hold just that much needed for him to articulate a proper answer. In fact, he did not resist the attack of the - scaly - Blue by any means, his solid gaze staring defiantly into that of the Dragon. Eventually, the Avian managed to shook his head, his left arm connecting with Mythayus hold, softly, his hand squeezing his wrist, clearly signifying to let him go. Whether or not he was successful, he would have explained, his voice still shaken, a faint aura glowing within and upon the inking covering his skinny features. "This magnificent beast is definitely going to enjoy those berries, Mythayus. Deer are amongst the very, very few creatures basically immune to taxanes, that is, the mighty toxins contained in yew berries - and leaves, and everything but the aril, really. And no, this was no joke. Just a... rather rough shortcut, shall we say, for me to probe your heart. Would you take a look at yourself, you towering being of ancient power?" He would have stepped aside, now, rising his hand to tickle the indeed quite happy Stag, his voice presently enriching with all manners of sorrow. "Instead of snapping my spine in half, like I bet you would have, you gave me the benefit of the doubt. Courtesy instead of blood, justice instead of rage. That, that matters to me an awful lot. As you have to know, your kin broke me, beyond any hope, so badly in fact that I do not even remember. But I do recall the suffering, and the laughters, and the dark, and... well, that is enough." Standing tall, at least as much as he possibly could within the greeny embrace of the tree, he kneeled. "Days ago I came to change my mind about - some! his eyes flaring together with gushes of cold blue flames dripping down his wrists - vampires, and today I came to change my mind about some dragons as well. Would you accept my apologies, Mythayus the Berry Picker? For I had to know, and even now I am shaking, thinking myself so close to you." He would offer his hand to him, his face buried into his neck, wings even a tiny bit unfurled, the whole being he was still debating between relief and shattered memories so painful he did not find the courage to unravel them wholly - yet.

Mythayus listened to the man’s every word. The man would easily be able to get out of Mythayus’s grip. His entire body would relax at hearing that his stag was going to be okay. A look of guilt and embarrassment would the dragon’s face. He’d bring a gloved hand to face, guilty that he would assume someone would hurt Oenomaus. “I understand your hatred and distaste of dragons. They are cruel creature and only care about they’re wellbeing. They are greedy, and hateful. Which is why I, myself hate them as well. Vampires are no different, but I allow actions to speak. I’ve learned over my years that not every vampire is bad and not every dragon is greedy and self-absorbed.” He’d let himself fall down to a sitting position. “It’s not you who owes me an apology, It’s I that owes you. I reacted out of concern. I didn’t hurt you did I? Are your wings okay?” He let out a deep breath, and would once more rub his face trying to rub away his embarrassment for even thinking the worst, but who could really blame him. He didn’t know that Oenomaus was immune to the toxin. Heck he didn’t even know that the berries were toxic in the first place. “But I accept you apology as to not be rude.” He let out another deep breath and would accept the avian’s hand. “I’m sorry, for whatever those or that dragon did to you. I wish there were more like myself, but sadly there isn’t. If there is anything I can do to help you after, we pick these berries let me know.” He’d force himself back up to his feet and pick up a few of the dropped berries and offer them to Oenomaus, who at point is very confused as to what is going, but would gladly take the berries from Myth’s hand. Mythayus would offer Thamalys a friendly smile hoping to put that little incident behind the two.

Thamalys rose to his feet once more, this time slowly, taking his time to let go of the dragon's hand. "Well spoken. Indeed your actions showed me what sort of nature dwells in you, and it is one I cherish already. My past is covered in darkness, it is true, but you have no part in that, I can see that now." On he went, disentangling himself from the branches to pile up some distance between him and the tree, dragon and stag hopefully following at a short distance. "And, thanks for asking. I am perfectly fine. My wings have seen better days, but surely not because of that - legit ! - burst of yours. In fact, forget the berries, they are not going anywhere, after all. There is one thing I would dare to ask, you, though. Would you show yourself and fly with me, oh Dragon? Why, in fact there would be the three of us..." he added, cheerfully pointing at the feathery shapes of the Stag.

Mythayus continued his smile, “Just because I’m not involved doesn’t mean I’m not sorry it happened to you. The great thing about the past, is that it is in the past. Only thing we can do with it now is to learn from it an try to move on.” He took in a deep breath, and if allowed would help remove the branches, twigs and leaves from the avian’s wings. Oenomaus would prance eagerly at the prospect of being able to stretch his wings. He’d shift his weight from one side of hooves to the other making happy deer noises, at Myth trying to get him to make the correct choice. Mythayus would give a laugh at the Peryton’s reaction. He look around and judge the size of the area. “Alright! We can go for a flight. I haven’t just flown for the sake of flying in a while, so why not. Though I’m not sure this area is big enough for me to transform. I’ll have to ride Oenomaus into the sky and transform in the air. If that is acceptable to you?” He’d offer the avian a smile and start to adjust the stags tack. Preparing the excited beast for flight.

Thamalys remained motionless, outraged by the touch of the Dragon's hands on his feathers. Such an uncouth gesture for any Avian to be exposed to, in other circumstances he would have unleashed the full extent of his resentment without any hesitation - at all. Instead, he just stretched his wings a tiny bit, allowing the scaly Blue to complete his task. The ancient one had been through a lot alread, today, he deserved some privileged treatment after all. Shortly after, producing the softest of his voices, arms folded and eyes fixed upon the Stag, Thamalys noted: "Thank you for this - I appreciate it. Although, I shall ask you not to touch my wings - ever. Again. The wind only is allowed to do that. Speaking of which..." he went on, in a much more gleeful tone, "... I am glad you agreed to climb the morning breeze together - I shall thank you for that as well, and consider your debt abundantly paid. Acceptable? Why, of course!" he continued, now trying to picture the proportions of the Dragon in his true form, so vast it would not even fit in a sizeable clearing. "Shall we?". The very last words, before breaking into a run that lasted surely less than then strides, the colossal extent of the ivory wings of the Avian flogging the air already, a single, powerful sweep enough to lift his - frankly not that heavy - weight into the air, including that of a rather poorly filled satchel - that, however, would have been a worry for later on. Presently, Thamalys let go of a sparkling laughter, four or five feet already above the stony soil, his arms resting along his sides, hands open, fingers playing with the chilling breeze bringing him up and above, the aid of a much welcomed thermal shoving him high into the sky without any effort at all. Banking hard to his left, to picture a wide circle into the air, the Avian looked down, a sharp yet gentle gesture of his right hand inviting dragon and stag to join him, his glee barely disguised by the distance, his shape already mingling with the clouds ahead.

Mythayus would step back, “I’m sorry. I wont do it again.” He was so confused, but he knew not everyone was the same. He knew Misaki liked it when he touched her wings and if he was like most dragons he would’ve eaten the avian for even making the notion of hurting or damaging something in his hoard. He’d note that Thamalys did not ever want his wings touched. Mythayus let out a laugh as the avian’s tone did a 360. “This really doesn’t feel like I’m paying you anything but alright.” He’d mount Oenomaus. The stag pranced eagerly waiting for the command to fly. He’d wait for Thamalys to take to the air before giving the eager beast the order to fly. The stag quickly stretched out his wings, raised them, then sent a powerful stroke to the ground sending the pair into the air. Once far enough in the air to line up with Thamalys, Mythayus would slide himself off the beast and let himself start to fall. He’d allow himself to fall a few feet before he’d start his transformation. His body would distort, and crack as the transformation took place, but once done the massive blue would catch up with the avian and stag in just a flap of his wings. This dragon though massive, was built for speed. His feature long and slender. Scale were missing on his back where the wyvern had attached itself and got in some good strikes on the dragon. A big dragon grin on the face of the dragon. The movement of his wings was minimal due to pain and wanting to stay close to the Avian and Stag. Oenomaus wouldn’t flinch at the sight of Mythayus, instead would try to play with the dragon by nipping at the tips of the massive beast’s wings. “well, what do you think?” His voice would boom, for dragon’s have a very hard time with volume control with such large heads.

Thamalys watched in awe the slender shapes of the Dragon letting go of the Stag, only to transfigure into the huge form of his true self. Caught off guard by the subtle transformation, the Avian banked away from the two, if not genuinely frightened, surely respectful of the sky-blue forms of Mythayus soaring into the air. A moment only, then the feathery blue regained control of the wind, gliding till reaching the side of the Dragon, who just then teared the sky with his thunderous voice. "I, think..." tried to utter the Avian above the swirling sound of the wind, "... that from now on I will refrain from bragging about my teeny tiny wings, Mythayus the Great." Then he laughed, the thrill of flying spreading into his flesh like liquid fire. High above treetops, now, the trio wing his way off the forest, the rougher features of the Xalious Mountains approaching fast. "Come now, Dragon! Those snowy peaks are calling for us, the sound of unmarked stone and spotless ice waiting for scaly paws, ebony hooves and bare feet alike! Fly high!" and off the Avian went, thrusting his skinny being into the air, powerful, skilful swings - and yet barely able to keep the pace with the scaly blue. Thus, toward the misty skyline the fanciful three of them disappeared, their winged escape the only worthy closure of a rather unexpected morning.

This RP is linked to: RP:Battle for the Bridge