Altair, who had been asleep by the time Jake walked in, twitched his tail, eyes opening slowly to focus on the male he had rescued back then. He lifted his draconic head and yawned, sharp teeth visible before he closed his mouth to look down at Jake. "Mm... Yes...?" he murmured sleepily as his head lowered back onto the ground.

((Sleeepyyyy. -dies-)) 

Altair snorted softly, shifting slightly so he could curl himself around Jake, his own eyes slipping closed. "And I'm grateful you've stuck with me for so long..." he murmured softly once he heard Jake's breathing slow, meaning he was asleep. "Grateful for your friendship..."

((Yeah. :D Only Jake gets to see just how gentle he really is. <3)) 

Altair lifted his head to stare over towards the Hunter, eyes narrowed as a deep growl rumbled in his throat. He looked towards the entrance, which was still guarded by his undead minions. "I wish for one of you to come to me," he said, voice lowering. The one with the most ghastly appearance turned and walked over, bones creaking with each step. "Go to the Hunter and show her what humans have done to you..." he whispered. The creature bowed its head and did as it was told, bone wings trailing along the ground as random patches of scaled skin showed. This was a young dragon who had died a while back and had been rotting under the ground.

It had been so young....and it had died for nothing. Now it was time for the humans to see what it is they've done.

((Yes. Altair got maaad. ;O)) 

Altair turned his head away from the skeletal young dragon and instead towards Jake as he spoke, bi-colored eyes softening slightly. He gently nudged his head against Jake, tilting it slightly afterwards. "Why wouldn't we? Once I found you there and we grew closer, you really were like the brother I never had," he told him. He lay his head down against the cool cave floor, shifting slightly to drape a wing over Jake.

"The worst part of being a necromancer is that you learn to understand what the dead feel. It's...really not something you'd want to know if you had the choice..."

((c: -was at church lol-))

The skeletal dragon that Altair had summoned stepped out of the shadows a few moments later, walking right up to Altair to touch its bony nose to Altair's scaled one in a gesture that other dragons everywhere would recognize. Altair  moved his head to lightly nudge the little thing back to where it belonged, a sad look in his eyes. "So innocent she had been..." he murmured, sadness become distance. Very rarely had a reanimated corpse walked right up to him to touch noses with him, but when they did, he was taken on a trip through their lives. He had seen how it felt to die, sometimes for simply being a dragon.

A light shudder shot down Altair's spine, the black and silver dragon returning to his human form. He placed hi palms against his head, closing his eyes as the little dragon's short life came at him like a ton of bricks. Watching the memories of younglings was always hard for him...

That was the reason why he had finally snapped when he had heard that young dragons had been killed. He had been able to see through the eyes of other younglings what it was like to die so young without a chance at life.

((Sometimes after these things he gets...sick, if you know what I mean. -holds out barfbag- .w.)) 

Altair was fighting to keep himself under control, refusing to give in to the rage that was bubbling up inside him again. He growled, low and deep, the only thing changing so far is his eyes, which were returning to their slitted look as he fought to keep the beast wihin him from being unleashed upon the Hunter.

"Innocence lost...years never spent growing....never to see their families....lost forever..." he muttered, his current amount of sanity slipping as the beast within was clawing its way towards the surface, Altair's true inner dragon wanting out right now. "Spilled blood, blood of children, innocent blood...never did anything wrong, never..." he muttered, the one vision from that little dragon mixing with the others from the younglings he'd brought back form the dead that had come to touch noses, a sign of curiosity about other dragons. 

"So many inoocent children dead, so many coming back, so many still curious...so many...so many..."

((Yeah. He tends to speak in gibberish when he's having those visions anyways, but the rage mixed witht he visions is a dangerous sanity-breaker. o3o)) 

((srry I haven't posted in a long time! ))

Wynn flew over the peaks of the mountains which were her home.She wanted to explore the world as she did a few years ago,but knew she could when she couldn't."Ugh!"she looked down from where she was.The land below her was big still,but the creatures were small.She sometimes felt like a feather in the wind.Well,I'll think of something tomorrow..she thought as she flew down and landed perfectly after years of practice.She walked to her cave,hidden by leaves and large trees with some vines dangling down.Settling down in a bed made of straw and leaves along with feathers,she fell in a deep sleep.

Altair's fingers twitched within his long, dark hair, which was currently let down and covering hi face, making him look like some psycho in a horror film. The slits he had for pupils then narrowed further, his body shaking lightly.

"Unless you want htat Hunter dead, get her out of here," he snarled through clenched teeth, forcing back the his inner dragon. He clenched his eyes shut, only to have them snap back open when he felt something warm against him. He turned his head to look at Jake, both of his eyes now a shade of blue that seemed to glow, even without any light.

This was something he had managed to keep well hidden form everyone in the group other than Jake, who had seen him like this maybe once before, long ago. Until now, it had never been this bad.

"Get that MURDERER AWAY FORM ME!" he yelled, piercing blue gaze focusing on the Hunter as his teeth began to sharpen, his voice changing to become darker, showing it wasn't really him speaking. His inner dragon ahd slept long enough.

"Jake...you and the others...should go for a bit..." Altair managed to force out, a dark rim around his irises now. His true inner dragon was a fearsome beast, something like in the fairytales from England of dragons eating princesses.

"If it doesn't...get let out now...it'll just be...worse...nest time..." he said tthrough his snarls.

((He's wanting to go away for a bit so his inner dragon can go tear down a forest or something. It gets worse as time goes on. o:)) 

Jake shook his head. "No. I can't leave you like this. I remember what happen last time. I can't let you go through this alone. I can't allow that again." Jake hugged Altair tighter. "Please Altair. I understand how you feel I'll stay far away from you while your in that state, but I wan't to remain with you. EVen if I have to be a mile away even if I have to hide like a coward. I just don't want you to go through what you did last time. I let you just go psycho." Jake looked at Altair and removed his goggles. He poured out the water and put them back on his head. He knew his friend was going to become a monster. He couldn't let Altair stay alone.

Jake. Quit being stupid. Help Altair. I command you as a younger brother. You need to help Altair. You've seen what he can do as that monster. Please Jake. Help him.

Jake nodded and looked at Altair. "Listen, just tell me where to hide... If i have to hide."

"Anywhere...where your scent..is hidden..."

Altair's hands slowly began to shift into the clawed paws of a dragon. "Can't..keep the beast...waiting..." he muttered, moving his hands form his head to clench his hands against his legs, claws digging into his skin to take his mind off of the beast clawing its way out. 

"J-Jake...go before it's...too late..." 

((Once the beast is done, he'll pas$ out for a bit. P:

And the undead guards will go bye-bye. owo

And every RP needs drama. :D That's what Rika's here for. <3

And when the time comes, Altair's true inner dragon will be described. owo))