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The world of dreams twisted, crafting itself to shape its many dreamers. The form it took tonight was that of a city, not any city that could be named. It was a city that could be considered similar to many different cities, and yet it didn't stay in one form for long. Cobbled streets led to building after building, but the road seemed to twist and turn at odd angles never leading you quite where you wanted to go. Not only that but time and space almost seemed not to be functioning properly. People walked up and down the streets, faces were blurred out leaving nothing but the vague image of the person beneath. None of the people were familiar. Many of those walking up and down the streets had their arms linked, the happy smiles of happy couples could either be seen as utterly cute or utterly disgusting. It was hard to tell what season the city had been thrust into, sunlight fluttered down casting a lovely light over the world that had been crafted for the sake of the dreamer. The closest guess one could make was the weather reflected that of late Ashan. The buildings of the city seemed to reach up high into the sky. They were painted with gentle colors and seemed to glimmer. Little balls of light hung from them, magical things that would make even the night time bright and hospitable.

There was something dark that lurked in the shadows of the paradise. Creatures made of shadow slipped about, trying to avoid the touch of the light. They flowed through cracks in the cobble like tainted water where they would attach themselves to the people wandering the streets. The people touched by the shadowy vice would suddenly stop, if they were walking with another person they would suddenly turn to them and begin to curse, yell, and scream words of bitter hate. The person getting yelled at would cry and flee until a shadow got to them. Like that the beautiful town slowly started to decay, turning dark and into a city of hate. It wasn't shocking. The treatment some of these people had to undergo was something that Nightshade had to suffer through daily. The people in this city didn't notice the little half breed, she was sat across a wall of stone her body carefully pulled close. The deep green cloak covered her well, but it couldn't hide all of her. The unmistakable bulge of her wings decorated her back, feathers and a little bit of her leg peaked out at the bottom. In this city it was almost like she didn't exist, like she was more of a watcher. People paid no attention to her no matter how hard she tried to get it. But that was fine, she didn't want any attention. Most attention was bad attention when it came to the half breed.

Her heart ached slightly watching the happy couples. Who would ever want a creature like her? Monster, for all the beauty of her human half it couldn't change the fact she was still a monster. The half breed gave a hearty sigh putting her head against her knees which she pulled up to her chest. She relinquished herself to the knowledge that she was going to be alone, forever. "I wish someone would care about me," she whispered to herself quietly. She couldn't even claim to be cared about let alone loved. The people that loved her in the past had all been family, they had all died. If there were people who cared about her now, she was certain it was a lie. No one would want to be around someone like her. She beat her eyes a couple times before closing them against the bright and terrible reality that was her existence. When she opened them she looked back across the town only to see everyone now as miserable as she. A sickening feeling started to grow in the pit of her stomach. If she wasn't allowed to be the happy, at least everyone else should be. The sky became clouded over as it became reminiscent of the true season, Cylus. Snow began to flutter down as the glowing orbs attached to buildings were barely enough to keep the light.

Like always, there was nothing that she could do.
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His lungs burned, and he raced through the streets of the unfamiliar city, shoving through arguing couples and away from the shadows that pursued him. Like reflections of darkness, their limbs raced across the walls and chased his feet, and Andráska threw himself around the cobblestone corner. The snow was slick under the sole of his leather boots and his legs slid from underneath him, making him shoot out a hand to catch his sliding body. The flesh of his palm burned as dirt and slush bit into the freshly scraped skin. He cursed, pushing himself up, his other hand cradled against his ribs in a protective gesture. A small, desperate chirping resounded from the inside of his coat, and he glanced down at its direction and then behind him. The shadows had been unaffected by the terrain and were closer now.

He threw himself forward, looking around for a place to hide, but there were few and far in between. To his right was a building and he started towards the door. Andras reached for the handle desperately, but it wouldn't budge. Locked. His heart was pounding, and he knew not why he feared the shadows, but that he had seen them steal a person from her lover and turned her against him. What kind of creature could wheedle itself into your mind like that? He slammed his side of the body against it. Once. Twice. Pain shot up his arm, bruising it, but in one last attempt, he threw all his weight forward. The door splintered and gave in, slamming forward and allowing Andras to stumble inside. Immediately his eyes began assessing the situation. Oil lamps and candles illuminated the room and he ran inside, weaving around furniture. Despite being lit, it looked as if no one had entered this house in years, layers of dust coating everything, and mice scattered across the floor and to the back wall, slipping outside.

Watching them run made him realize their was an escape. Another, perhaps a back that lead to an alley or a street. All around him, he could see the shadows begin to consume the room, feeding off the light, gaining strength. He jumped over a chair and with adrenaline pumping through his legs, pushed himself to the exit and ripped the door open. He stumbled then, slamming the door behind him as if he could contain the thrilling shadows. The depth of Cylus surrounded him all at once like a blanket as the side of the building was cast in darkness once more.

A few people still milled about the street, but when nothing immediately seized his body or consumed his mind, he erupted in breathless laughter, the fear he had felt still crackling in his blood like fire. Sucking in deep breaths, he pressed himself against the stone wall to gather his strength. His body was sore and his side hurt from running so much. He turned his head, a huddled form lurking nearby caught his attention. His green eyes readjusted to the new darkness and he noticed that it was... a person.

"You okay?" he asked, taking a tentative step forward as his body regained itself. The baby bird in his coat was getting fussy now, and it shifted in frustration in Andraska's palm. He remembered it and lifted it to his shoulder. The animal was mostly a black bit of fluff with a beak and eyes like dark glass. It tucked itself under the scarf around his neck, poking only its head out from the fabric beneath the noble's chin so it could see. "It's... kinda cold out here."
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Night continue to sulk in what seemed to be an endless array of darkening sadness. Her eyes were almost like glass, glazed over and looking into what seemed to be an abyss. Her unfocused vision wavered with a sudden rush of water. She blinked a couple times forcing away the all too familiar stinging sensation. "Sweet Immortals Night, you're such a child. What a worthless brat," she muttered to herself with a bitter smile. The look was almost rueful as she remembered the words that had been uttered to her so many times. That was until something caught her attention, dragging her thoughts from her internal struggles to that of the world around her. An almost disgustingly large group of mice raced past the wall she was perched on. They squeaked seeming to flee from some threat the half breed had yet to see. She didn't bother to ready herself for any kind of battle, what was the point anyway? These shadows didn't seem to really bother with her. Most likely because she was so alone. Who could they possibly take? There was no one that would even come within arms length of the woman let alone get close to her emotionally. Those that weren't changed by the shadows rushed past to find places to hide in. Those that were seemed not to notice anyone at all. Finally the threat that had chased the mice down the street appeared. It was no horrific beast, not that she had been expecting one, but instead a noble. She hadn't been expecting that either. She wasn't sure what kind of noble, but it was obvious enough that he was a man of a certain degree of power. The first word to come to mind just happened to be noble, so she settled on that as the most likely title for such a person.

He was best described as hansom. Night often paid little if any attention to physical features, no one really stood out as attractive to her. Though should her mind have worked the way an average female should think she would have had to admit this man before her now was a looker. Even without actually being attracted to his appearance she had to admit he was attractive. He didn't seem to have a malicious nature about him either, nothing made her nervous by his sudden appearance. If anything there was something comforting about him, though she couldn't quite place the thought of what. She tilted her head to the side when he spoke. Curious, was he actually noticing her? She glanced around herself a couple times to make sure there was no one about, an action that must have looked odd. Finally she looked at him was a mix of both confusion and shock before hesitantly pointing a finger towards herself. There was something cute and sad in the action with how hopeful and yet fearful her expression turned for a moment. It was obvious that she got little attention besides that of disdain. Anyone would feel that way after enough time and the things she'd been through.

"I'll be fine, the cold doesn't bother me. Due to... factors of what I am I've developed a tolerance for it. Besides, you look to be in a touch more trouble than I. You seem a little out of breath. Running without fighting can only get you so far against those creatures," she replied in answer. She noticed the bird that hid within his scarf. "Why do you have a bird?" She asked her face was once again swamped by a wave of confusion. If one could actually see the wings and legs of the half breed then they might be able to point out the similarities between her and the bird. The small creature to most would appear to be a crow, but there was an obvious difference to the keen eyed which betrayed the fact it was a raven. She felt a small rush of sympathy for the cold looking bird. At least it was being cuddled by a cute looking man. That was something Night could with 100 percent confidence say had never happened to her. She was lucky if she didn't get glares from anyone in Etzos that could vaguely be considered cute. Her place was among the thieves and the streets rats, trying her hardest to protect a city that didn't want her. Tirelessly she tried with every ounce of strength in her body. But did she get attention? Did she get so much as a kind word? No! No such kindness was extended to a disgusting half breed such as herself.

Quickly she pushed away hateful thoughts towards others and adopted her typical self hate. In the end she would get what she deserved, more hate. No one would care about let alone love a silly fool like her. She was a monstrous disgrace.

Screams erupted not far off as the shadows were able to find a group of those who were hiding. Night went ridged as her head shot towards the direction of the sound. Every muscle in her body braced for immediate action. The noises of distress called to her like a siren song, her heart twisted with the urge to follow it and help. A bard ran out of a building screaming, something about him seemed to be different then those who wandered the streets. He held his flute like a sword. The stance however was anything but correct, pathetic could be the best word. He held the instrument with one hand, his feet just a little ways apart. He faced his enemy head on, not a single angle to his movement. Night could feel a slight cringe building in her chest along with the worry. "Not this time," she growled to herself. She vaulted off of the wall with amazing speed and rushed at the shadow without a second thought. A sword was drawn, a scimitar that at first seemed like it was coated in rust. A closer and more careful inspection revealed that the very metal had been stained the red of blood. "Hey shadow! F*** off already!" The half bird cried. She held her weapon close to her body and jumped forward. The shadow had not even a moment of time to respond as her weapon slashed against the mess it called a body. Quick and rapid movements in almost unblockable concession. The speed was something natural to the scimitar. A large amount of cuts found their way onto the shadow before it froze and toppled to the ground. The moment the shadow had gotten close to the bard it had taken a more physical form, a beast that oozed darkness. The weapon quickly banished the creature, shattering it into millions of pieces and scattering it everywhere.

She turned towards Andráska trying to gauge his response. "If you can't fight it's best you stay over there. There's got to be more than this around, and knowing these beasts they'll be running here rather quickly at the idea of prey. If you've got the bravery as well as the hand to back it up then for the sake of this bard lend me your blade," she called. Here was to hoping that the man actually knew how to fight if he decided to jump into this mess. Night had spent her entire life fighting, her father said she'd been born with a sword in her hands. Those around her when she lived in the Master's house turned it into a sick joke, that was how she killed her mother. It didn't change the fact the half breed had skill, obvious skill you could see in the way she moved and swung her blade. She cast aside the cloak that had been covering her. The magically altered piece of leather could act as armor, but at this point she was better off with the use of her wings. Pitch black wings spread to their full size and cast a rather daunting shadow of their own as the half avriel prepared herself for the predicted attack. Just as she'd thought would happen more of the monsters appeared. She glanced once more at her new companion seeing if he would actually come fight with her. Either way she was ready for a battle, alone or not.
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The woman seemed surprised to be talked to and Andras cocked his head, “Ah, well... The cold's alright,” he shrugged. Better than being stuck in leather armor during Saun heat. Then she pointed out the bird in his scarf and his hand instinctively to touch the small creature, “I'm his mom. Watched him hatch and everything. Name's...” What was his name? A blank resounded in his mind, and he realized... he had never named the little being. Well, what were children? A mother's pride and joy... “Name's Pride. And I'm Andráska.”

The noble was beginning to relax a bit when the scream sounded down the street. He spun around, oblivious to the woman already jumping into action behind him. A man, or a bard was racing from a building and before he could move, a challenge was yelled and the woman charged past him. Like any experienced warrior, she threw herself into the fray, producing a wicked looking scimitar and slashing the shadow into ribbons. Cuts decorated the dark form, causing the noble to stare dumbfounded. These things could be... hurt? For so long he had run, thinking he couldn't fight. After all, how did you fight shadows? He didn't even consider the other possibility.

A sword and shield materialized in his hands, and he was slower than the other girl to run into the fray. For some reason the shield was heavy – really heavy – leaving Andras struggling to lug it around. Meanwhile, the girl's cloak was cast aside and midnight wings as black as a starless night erupted, posing quite the dramatic figure. He was only able to stare for a moment when one of the shadows honed in on him, slithering on the ground like a snake before forming in front of him, arms outstretched.

Andras would be lying to say the move didn't unnerve him. He was used to facing humans with flesh and blood – this... this was something else entirely. It lashed out like lightening, and he threw his left arm upwards, twisting his body and using the shield to absorb the blow. The metal screeched, sparks flying from the metal as if the being had claws and the force caused him to stumbled. The being pulled back, looking at its arm, but because it had no face, Andras couldn't tell what it was thinking. He used the opening as a way to recover, switching his footwork so that he would stumble less and swung his sword kind of clumsily.

The creature jumped back quickly, dodging his attack and lashed out again. Andras gritted his teeth, feeling clumsy and slow, and tried to ignore the increased desperate pecking that was drilling into the side of his neck, “Not now, Pride!” he hissed, focusing on his opponent's movements. He used his knowledge of hand to hand fighting, looking for signs in his enemy's body language that suggested he was about to strike, and applied it to sword fighting. He found it worked well enough, considering his opponent was weaponless besides its cold touch,

Back and forth the shadow and the noble danced, Andraska being more on the defensive side than the winged female. He struggled to lug around the shield and still parry – not a skill he was particularly great at anyways. He continually adapted his footwork, but with every blow that landed against the shield, he stumbled backward, learning very quickly the strength and endurance needed for shielding yourself.

He tried to push forward, the shove the shadow backwards, but it moved too quickly. The shield was slowing him down exponentially, and more pecking drilled into his neck, breaking his concentration, “Damnit, Pride!”

Finally, the bird squirmed free from his scarf, no longer content to cuddle next to him, and jumped from his shoulder. Andráska's eyes widened and he was busy swinging his weapon that he feared he wouldn't see the tiny creature and stomp on his new pet. His fears were for naught, however.

In seamless wonder, Pride leaped from the safety of Andráska's shoulder and immediately began to darken and grow. Wings outstretched, he began to expand to a full grown blackbird, past raven, past crow, to something much larger and terrifying. His wingspan elongated and he didn't stop until he was large enough to overshadow almost the entire group. His wings flapped, lifting him higher and higher into the sunless sky, his black body becoming almost invisible from below. Pride gave a terrible cry that resounded like thunder and swooped down, talons outstretched and sinking into the shadow's shoulder and lifting him high into the air and dropping him.

Andras was left speechless, eyes wide as his tiny pet just became the stuff of nightmares, with a beak that could peck straight through his torso. As the shadow was dropped, Andras watched the arms of the figure flailing until it landed upon the ground and exploded into ebony dust. Pride continued to circle, avian eyes spotting a number of the shadows and dive bombing them in protection of his caretaker. Every shadow that had been coming for Andras retreated, and soon the giant bird glided to the ground and landed beside the green eyed male. He still felt speechless and with a tentative hand, reached out to touch his pet.

'Woah', He was awestruck, and as he inched closer, Pride gave Andras' body a once over and determining his owner was safe, pressed the side of his head into the noble's palm.
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A slight rush of excitement and adrenaline ran through Night's system. Even if the situation wasn't pleasant it brought with it and energetic high that made her want to fight. The internally created drug was the only reason some people fought, but Night had to admit she hated it. She didn't understand why the wretched chemical existed. It was almost like the body rewarding her for getting into a dangerous situations. It was almost like she was trying to reward herself for being a murderer. She forced away the sensation reminding herself why she fought. She did it to protect others, in the end she only fought to protect others. There was little if any malice that fogged her actions. In the end that rush of adrenaline and power though she despised it was helpful. Her heart quickly pumped becoming loud and violent, the sound drumming in her ears as the roar of the fight got louder and louder. One could easily become addicted to such a sensation if they didn't mind themselves. Her movements became quicker and her actions more precise as she danced on talon covered feet. The lack of shoes was painful against the cold ground, but she ignored it easily enough.

The shadow moved unpredictably. Her mind wandered back to the shadows she had fought at the Tomb of Tried, but it wasn't quite the same. These were different. More solid and more dangerous, almost like an advanced form of the shadows created by the twisted immortals that destroyed the body of Tried. A slight rush of anger joined the adrenaline in her veins. Tried was an immortal she respected if not followed. Connecting these shadows to those shadows added an extra edge to her fighting. Though her style became more dangerous to herself she became more dangerous to her foes as well. Her sword moved quickly catching on the body of the shadow. Many times something solid and almost blade like came to meet her attacks. The shadow started to extend, horrible tendrils coming off it. The wiggling appendages distracted her long enough to wrench the blade from out of her hands. Of course she wasn't oh so helpless without a weapon between her claws. The claws themselves would do well enough. She took to the air allowing the talons of her feet to rise up and begin sinking into the form of the shadow before her. She was attacking like a bird might now, the way her claws reached for whatever face her enemy had, trying to score an attack on something vital. Apparently some of the shadows could also fly became one rammed right into her and knocked her out of the air, as well as the air out of her body. She collapsed to the ground gasping and trying to force oxygen back into her lungs, mostly coming up with terribly failed attempts.


Eventually she staggered back to her feet still trying to catch her breath. She held up her fists, seeing as it was the only weapon she had left. These shadows were ruling her, she was doing exceptionally worse than she had in years. Self doubt started to sink into the back of her mind as she realized she was fighting like a child again, a self conscious feeling starting to burn her cheeks and the back of her neck. It was a humbling sensation, as if she needed to be further humbled. Her mind went back to having to brawl fist to fist with the other children. She shivered as she remembered the time they'd thrown her into the river and she nearly drowned. After that she had resolved to get good at hand to hand since she couldn't really use her blade on them. Her mind went back to the basics. She put her fists up close to her face taking a staggered position, the basic stance coming back to her fluidly. The shadows seemed to recognize she change and in turn changed the way they were fighting. They seemed to take on human forms and return the stance. A punch was thrown and she beat her wings, narrowly using the force of the momentum to avoid the attack. She smirking and turned a hit of her own, a couple punches. They didn't seem to do much damage, the shadowy creature absorbing the impact. "Alright, let's try something different," she muttered. Her next couple of attacks were open handed, her claws viciously lashing out at anything she could grab.

A shadow tackled her to the ground trying to pin her as others approached. She sunk her teeth into the closest thing which happened to be something akin to a shoulder. The shadow gave a horrific screech and stumbled off of her. She took the chance to pin the creature instead, turning her body onto it. Even with her less than pleasing strength she got it into a position she could hold. Her claws lashed out violently until the thing exploded and she was left to slash the ground once or twice before she realized and stopped herself.

The half breed finished the thing off just in time to look up and see the magnificence that was Pride becoming full grown and powerful. She was shocked speechless for a couple moments and a small rush of envy claimed her. Such a creature would be praised for such an appearance. And yet she who was too close to human and too close to bird to be either, for it she was scolded and scorned and hated. She bit down on the feeling watching the creature easily dispatch the surrounding shadows. She looked over towards the man who called himself the birds mother and watching the two happily rejoice in the sudden growth of Pride and the majesty he embodied now. She was no longer needed or wanted in the situation apparently. Perhaps it would be best to leave the two as they were? She stood up contemplating the idea of leaving, making slow movements towards whatever exist she could find. She finally got her wings back under her, making the task far easier.
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Pride was enormous and majestic, and his feather's felt silky under his fingertips. Andras was still in shock at the sudden growth, watching his pet stretch out its wings and calm down after the sudden battle. He was petting his bird's beak when he stepped back and Pride began to slowly start shrinking back to chick size, the metamorphosis natural and easy. When the avian was nothing more than a hopping bit of fluff at his feet, Andráska bent and scooped him up, returning him to his scarf, which Pride seemed to bury into thankfully. He was grinning, sword and shield still in hand when he turned to look for the winged woman.

When he turned, he found her already beginning to retreat, “Hey!” he shouted, jogging behind her, “Where are you going?” he was still a bit breathless, motioning towards her wings, but not quite finding the words. Was it rude to comment on them? “You were amazing back there,” he smiled, suddenly not so nervous now that he had witnessed the shadow's could be killed,“You saved that bard. You're a hero,” Clearing his throat, Andras rolled his shoulder and lifted the sword, resting it on his shoulder, “Do you.... Want to grab a drink, or something? Celebrate victory?”

He had so many questions for her. First of all, what was she? Secondly, was she more bird or woman? Did she molt? Did she lay eggs or give birth? Where did she learn to swing a sword like that? The way she had went into battle, how fearlessly... it was admirable. “I was hoping I could ask you a few questions, to be honest,” he shrugged his broad shoulders, his posture becoming more boyish, “I'll start with an easy one, if you want. What's your name?”

He remembered how shocked she had been when he first noticed her. He wondered if he was making her uncomfortable?

….Nah. That was impossible. He was Andráska Venora.
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The half breed flinched at the sudden noise turning to the strange man. Was he actually still talking to her? She thought that surely he was done with her. She tilted her head to the side in a bird like manner of confusion. He started making weird motions at her wings like he couldn't talk. There was a dumb look smeared across her face that she couldn't really understand. What even was it? The half breed had never been met with a look of amazement before, she'd never been praised in her life outside of those she considered to be family. She couldn't recognize that the man was trying to compliment her and not insult her. Finally the man spoke, his words took her off guard.

How were you even supposed to respond to something like that? Instead she gave him a small smile. "I'm nothing grand. It's my job to protect others. I'd happily lay down my life if it meant someone else stays safe," she murmured in a soft tone, her expression turning both gentle and distant. She was yanked from her thoughts by his offer. "Sure, we can do something to celebrate. But I don't drink. Bad experience with alcohol, as well as taking food or drink from others. No offense met but it's something of a rule of mine," she said with a sheepish grin.

She could tell he had questions. Not many people ever had questions so it was obvious when someone did. By the look on his face they would be there for a little while. "Sure, go ahead and ask me anything you like. Within reason of course. Most people just give me a look of disgust. A kind of a "oh, ew, half avriel" look and walk away. I don't have the chance to answer questions often so please, go right ahead," she said with a warm smile. Of course the way she described the treatment others gave her was a light synopsis to say the least. The true way that people acted was a bit harsher. That was obvious by the way her eyes darkened a touch, the smile though still present on her face left the dark blue orbs as they became shadowed.

"I'm Nightshade. Though you can just call me Night. A lot of my coworkers call me Shady and the guards have taken on a habit of calling me Eld," the half breed said. In her mind she cursed Mal for taking up her last name as a nickname.
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The woman had been slinking of with a dejected look on her face when Andras called out to her. He didn't seem to understand why she was so eager to rush off, nor why she appeared so downtrodden. Was he such lousy company? Had it been someone unable to fight, or scared to, he would understand the desire to disappear given the attack, but she seemed more than skilled.

Was it... because she was so different?

Flashes of his childhood flickered within him, and for a second he thought he caught a glimpse of his father lurking, but it vanished almost as soon as he looked. A bit unsettled, Andraska cleared his throat and nodded at her denial of alcohol. It only brought up more questions, one he had to bite his tongue to keep from asking. 'Was someone cruel to you too?' Forcing a small smile, he then shrugged and allowed her to continue.

Half avriel?Andráska had heard of the race once upon a time, but had never seen them. They were a hybrid of avian and human...Most saw them as cunning and cruel. Inhumane. But this one... she liked solitude, or it had been forced upon her for a long time, and seemed to feel most at ease when not given exclusive attention. Seeing her body language, the way her voice softened, he was unable to stop the question that fell from his lips, “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

To think he was upsetting to be around... it was disheartening. His brow furrowed, not from anger or confusion, but simple disappointment in himself if that were the case. He took a wide step towards her – non threatening, but to begin to lead the way to the next destination. Where that was, he was unsure, but he followed up his inquiry with an explanation, “I just... I don't want you to feel that way, if I am. When I was younger, I was bullied a lot... Beaten.” His green eyes leveled towards her face, his gaze steady for a moment before breaking, “I won't hurt you.”

Not that he stood much of a chance even if he wanted to, “I'm sure you'd kill me first, anyhow.” He tried to smile, to lighten the mood and then randomly, “So, Nightshade... What do you like to eat? Human food, or...? I won't offer you anything since it's unpleasant for you, but I'm curious.”

The noble took a step and with his mind so focused on eating, the world around him began to change. The cobblestone beneath their feet began turning into wood, and a building began constructing itself around the group. Flickering light began to brighten their surroundings and chase away shadows as lanterns settled upon the wall and soon they were in a very well lit, grandiose room with fine cabinetry and the smell of fine spices. The same kitchen that sat in Andráska's home of Sabbaisaint and he seemed to blend in with the surroundings. Walking around the marble island, he spotted a wine rack and pulled a vintage free, along with only one wine glass, in respects to the half-avriel's wish. He poured himself a glass and lifted it slightly to honor the warrior of the evening, “To a hero.”
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She was caught off guard by the question that Andras posed to her. Uncomfortable? "No, no! Goodness no," she said quickly. In a rush to amend the situation her words came out fast and scattered, said in a way that could easily make the misunderstanding worse.

He continued on, seeming to think that she wasn't being truthful. The words bullied and beaten rang a chord, and her expression turned into a deep frown. She took a breath and tried to think of the best way to word her next sentences in order to best make Andras believe her as well as to explain why she was acting how she was acting. "You aren't making me uncomfortable, honest and true. You don't seem like the kind of person who would hurt another. But, it seems like our pasts aren't too different when it comes to content. Though I'm sure the characters are a little different, the morale of my story sings a similar tune to yours. So let me explain. Because of the race of my father I have always been treated like a sub class specie, a nuisance, and a danger. I'm cautious around people, not to mention used to others treating me like I'm unwanted. You don't make me uncomfortable, I'm just being cautious. I assumed you'd be like everyone else. Half Avriel like me usually get a lot of insults thrown at them. Higher prices, being treated like a monster, jumped in a dark ally if you can't defend yourself, and the Avriel themselves consider us to be unholy abominations that are disgusting insults to their perfect genes. But, obviously you aren't like the average person one sees on the streets, so honestly you're a blessing right now.

His next question, once again, took her off guard. "H-human food?" The half breed had a look of complete wonder on her face, regarding the man like he was some kind of innocent child. Her lips slowly started to quirk upwards until her entire body started to shake with a growing fit of laughter. "I've had a lot of people ask me a lot of strange things. That takes the freaking cake! Oh, I can't breath, my sides, they hurt!" She moaned as she clutched her sides and tried to stop her laughter from splinting her ribs. "I'm not exactly sure what you describe as "Human Food". Are we talking about the kind of food that people, or most races, generally eat? or are you trying to imply I eat people?" At this sentence her laughter became even more boisterous and it took her a couple more moments to try and regain her composure.

"I'm sorry for that little outburst. It's just a breath of fresh air to be asked something like that. After the long list of questions I've been asked in my life, that honestly has to have been my favorite. And for the record, yes, I eat the things that people normally eat. Grains, vegetables, meats, that kind of thing. Mostly meats because it's the easiest to get where I live. The typical Avriel on the other hand tend to be strictly carnivorous."

As the two continued on in their journey for food, Andras pulled out a bottle of wine. She felt herself smile when he didn't try to offer her a glass. Many people would have, even after she'd said she didn't drink. They also would have gotten insulted when she tried to refuse. Her expression softened in a gentle but content smile. "Hero is a bit of a stretch, I was only trying to do the right thing."

"Are there any other questions you have for me?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "Honestly I've never had so much fun answering a question about myself or my race before. It's intriguing, if you have more then I'd love to answer them."
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Unbeknownst to either dreamer, one of the creatures had managed to remain. Slinking along with a horrible growl it approached the pair. Nightshade couldn't help the pathetic cry that left her lips as it jumped on her. Teeth mashed together as she got a look at the creature's face, trying to push it away from herself as she fell. She only ended up getting trapped under it. It was a horrible void of a face, two beady black eyes a little darker black than the body of the creature itself. In the center of the face was a hole, full of rows upon rows of sharp teeth. It gave a horrifying screech as she tried to grapple with it, push it away from herself.

It didn't seem like she was going to win this battle, her strength was waning ever moment as the creature seemed to over power her. It whined every time it go closer to her flesh. It was so desperate to tear her apart. The half-breed proved to eventually be no match against the strength of the creature, with one final lunge it closed the distance between itself and the half-bred. She cried out pathetically as those sharp teeth pierced into her flesh. Powerful jaws gnashed at the flesh as it tore her apart. Her sad flailing slowly started to slow down. She was going to die. This creature was killing her. It... wasn't that bad. Hadn't she dreamed of this at one point, wished for it in a good light. She allowed her eyes to close as she disappeared in the black, writhing, mass.

Then she woke up.

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