Neyrii seemed to make a growling sound of discomfort, and tried to stretch out of his arms. Her wings stopped fading and sprouted out of her back. Springing up, she frowned towards him. Even if he wasn't courting her like many countless men, she wasn't giving up that easily. She fingered her paper and art supplies, then her dagger, but refused to let herself. She flew down to her hideout, placing the book on a shelf. Retracting her wings, she tried to understand the current events.

Neyrii gasped when the beast man appeared in her hideout, but gladly took Turnip's reigns. She hugged his long neck, kind of feeling bad for the man. Redolatus.  She let go of Turnip who became a small gold horse amulet. She held the string, watching the pendant swing around. She stopped it with a dainty hand, allowing it to fall around her neck. She stood infront of a mirror, holding a raven's feather. She whispered an incantation, morphing with the words. The dress will sting, the eyes will dry. The beak will spring, the feathers fly. The urge to cry, spread your wings and fly. As soon as the chant ended, she became a large raven standing in her place. She took Turnip off her neck and set it next to her book. Walking out of the little hut, Neyrii closed her eyes letting the cool spring wind blow against her body and claws.

Neyrii spread her wings, letting the wind whip against them. She sighed, a sound made like a whistle. Her lift off wasn't like any other bird's, she would push herself down and like a spring, pop up with her wings tight to her sides. She tucked her feet under, her wings curling up at the ends for a light soar. Instead of a standard black, her feathers were a bright blue, her complete underside was black including her wings. Her beak was curved like a falcon's, and now, come to think of it, she wasn't at all like a raven. Her eyes shone a bright red, so bright they acted in a flash light sort of way. A spectacular sight, she hoped not to be seen. If she was, she would immediately be shot with an arrow and sold to the king and queen. Becoming a bird was quite enough, she didn't need another run in with Kasey and Paige. Paige had scared her so much, she vowed to hide and immediately come a bird to stay away. But immediately she felt a sharp pain in her wing, and she fell far down to the ground.

Neyrii flicked in and out of consciousness, knowing only one name to the cause. Poison. As Volkenagrim left, she struggled to her feet. She saw the advantage, and flew out the window to a far off tree. Far as she could get. She scraped her talons against the trunk, struggling to land. She sighed in relief, but she looked back at her wing and the smile disappeared. Blood trickled down the black under-carriage of her wing, and sputtered on the blue outside. Her eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake. But she didn't know why she had to. Letting darkness take over her mind, she became unconcious. During this time she became a human once again, the sapphire in the circlet atop her head faded to grey.

Neyrii gazed at him, somewhat stunned. Reflections of the starry night glazed over her blue eyes, making them glow a ghastly red. She sat and hugged her knees, staring into space. Saed. She flicked into a white glow. Saed. She glowed again. This was a calming routine, but it didn't seem to work. She noticed the blank walls of the tree, her blank eyes staring at them. She took the dagger and lightly sketched pictures and spells. The air is cold, the light has spo-l. She was in mid-streak trying to finish the t, but something killed her daze. She snapped to attention, but when she noticed nothing, her blank haze returned to the starred sky.

As soon as she saw the creature coming, her heart was beating like a wild drummer on steroids. She saw it moving away, and gave a sigh of releif. Ptah. She became a bird, curling in the very edge of the trunk, gathering every ounce of warmth. Her eyes remained wide open, incase the daemon would be back. "Life has limits... but not as short as those..." She whispered, She closed her eyes tight. Saed. Saed. Saed. Saed. Saed. She said the words over and over, concentrating hard to get Volkenagrim back.

Neyrii heard a loud noise, and poked her head out the tree. Apparently, she recognised those bandits. She made a low growling sound in her throat, but apparently it was a quiet spell. Ptah. She became a small white mouse, scurrying on the leaves of the trees. She found a messanger's treehouse, and lowered herself in a bucket. The rope was heavy, but she managed to do it. She got close enough she was almost touching Ayren's wings. She tried hard not to slip out of the bucket, much more to not make a sound. She curled her lips back in a hiss, but let them down as a pose to being quiet.

Neyrii jumped out of the bucket. Ptah. She became human again, arms crossed. "And... What are you doing to these people? Its not right to harm people for no reason!" She lifted her hand, a glowing orb rolling around in it. "This is your life... In one fist, I can crush it. Do not crush others, or yours will be crushed." Her blue eyes seemed to darken and glow. The blue and black wings faded on and off on her back, and as that happened Neyrii lowered her face to where the shadow of her forehead cast over her eyes and her blonde hair dangled loosely over her face.
 

Neyrii growled under her breath and squeezed the orb, causing Aryen to fall on her face. "Whos laughing now? Besides, I have seen you climbing through windows and escaping the dungeons... And I remember your name from the past." She squinted, as if trying to figure out which place to stab first. She fingered her dagger, but she knew nobody deserved that. Not even this rat. She tossed the orb into her other hand, causing Aryen to float back like a ragdoll. She whispered under her breath in which only Aryen could hear. Princess Aryen. She managed a quick smirk, but dropped it in a second. She growled under her breath. Ptah. She stood straight and became a large bird like the one she was before, grasping Aryen's life in her claws. Then she had an idea. She closed her eyes, and the life of Volkenagrim floated from her and hovered off in a random direction.