From his crouch, Thorn leapt up, avoiding some of the attack, but not all of it. Grant winced as his dragon tumbled out of the air, crackling with left over electricity. "Thorn, Spit Fire!" Grant yelled.

Thorn puffed up a bit, opened his mouth, and let out a long stream of fire. 

Thorn's eyes widened visibly, and he shrunk back, unable to properly respond in time. Grant ran forward, hoping to help, but he was not quick enough. The dragon squealed in pain as the energy hit, and Grant involuntarily squeezed his eyes shut. After a moment, Grant chanced looking, to see Thorn still standing, though shaky. The dragon looked to Grant, who nodded back at him. "Immaterial Quake!"

With as much strength as he could muster, the dragon launched himself into the air, falling with a great thud. The ground shook, waves of movement travelling out from the site of impact. 

Kyle was walking cautiously through the tunnels, ocas.sionally glancing around a corner or two to avoid any unwanted company; which, unfortunantly for him, he recieved a lot. It was mostly because of the fact he was neither for or against the uprising. He had always been somewhat of an outcast. Kyle lives on a small landing away from both districts, but tends to walk among each 'camp' every other day, getting a feel of what it might be like to live there.

Daemon trotted at Kyle's side, her feet padding almost silently across the hard, wet floor. Her head was held high as she walked next to Kyle, like it always was. She seemed to act superior to her bonding partner, even though in her mind, she knew they were the same. Daemon purred as Kyle gently rubbed behind her ear, a nice feeling always for a cat like her.

Daemon suddenly stopped walked, biting the bottom of Kyle's shirt so he stopped too. She heard something, something loud. And it was fighting. Her eyes filled with fear and she shrunk into a size where Kyle could easily fit her into his arms.

"What is it, girl?" Kyle asked as he picked up Daemon. "Someone's here." Kyle heard footsteps and noises too. "We'll check it out, but stay silent." Kyle padded along the tunnel, walking slower and slower as the noises got louder and louder. He looked down at Daemon, making sure she was comfortable.

As soon as Kyle looked up, he was only half a foot away from a fight between two people he had seen before, just never talked to. He watched silently as they fought it out, not wanting to interfere.

((I changed Daemon's power. She can shrink instead. ^.^))

((The outcast... xD))

Kyle looked at Sould like she was insane. "Hi," He said slowly, dropping Daemon to the ground. She slowly grew back to regular size, looking at Omens, almost in the eye. She had always been curious about a creature like this. She had only seen pictures of one from the books that Kyle kept in his 'house.'

Omens gave a low purr, showing her cat-like side to Daemon. She knelt so she could be eye to eye with the shorter bond. Hello cousin, said Omens formally.

Soul glanced at Kyle, "So, have you yet decided who you are to join?" she said drily, her heart thumping. She glanced at Omens to hide her blush as she thought of Kyle. Damn him for being so hot! she thought in annoyance.

Hello, Daemon said with a small grin. I'm Daemon, if you didn't know already... And you are? Daemon tried to make herself as formal as Omens was.

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck akwardly. "Well, uh, not yet..." He said slowly. "I'm leaning more towards your side at the moment though..." Kyle smiled at Soul kindly, his teeth were straight: one of the few good things about him.

Soul smiled softly, though it soon faded, "I was hoping for an answer like that," she said stiffly, wanting to get away, though she couldn't help notice his straight teeth. (ah, young love xD)

Omens nodded, I am Omens, first prophet of the Gryphons. It is nice to see other bonds, ones that are not attached to despicable creatures like members of the Unforgiven, she sniffed disdainfully.

"I would have to agree," Kyle said with a small laugh. He noticed her rigid mood but didn't understand it. Maybe she just didn't want him to support the Unforgivens. Who knew? Daemon glanced at Daemon, who seemed to be getting along quite well with Omens.

Yes, I know. People like that who think they can just come up here and pretend like they own us... What were they thinking? Daemon agreed with Omens.

Omens gave a rumble of displeasure, That dragon, Thorn, he seemed...glad to be doing this madness. I felt his love for his master, shaking her head ruefully, Omens snorted, but, cold-blooded lizards aren't known for their brains.

Soul looked straight at Kyle, as if she could see into his soul, which techinically, she could. 

((xD and Why's she doing that?!?! o-o))

Kyle felt Soul's eyes on him. He turned to see her staring at him. "W..what?" He asked shyly. His eyes twinkled with curiousity.

Dragons were never the best things alive... Walnut sized brains just like the dinosaurs. Daemon snorted.

((She's in love >.>))

Soul blushed, "Uh, your emotions seem really erratic, are you ok?" she said nervously, talking quickly.