[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]The male dragon couldn't help but feel concerned. No, it was more than just feeling concerned for the female in front of him. It was more along the lines that he was worried. He fretted over the idea of her health dwindling, that this returned memory (he'd helped her through them enough to know that what the signs were) had been a horrifyingly painful experience. Her screams was grounded into his skull, the image of her throwing her head into the walls of rock around them was seared into his eyes, and the obvious distraught she'd been in had sent sympathy pains working it's way through his body. His breath quivered slightly as he hovered over her, eyeing her, but not touching her. No, he couldn't touch her. Not yet, not now. He had too much left to attune to. Too much to ask her forgiveness for. He'd slept for too long. He'd been away for too long. And he still felt new to this world. New, and unstable. His eyes remained glued on her form, however, watching her growl when he admitted she had vocalized flame, remembering how he'd barely ducked out of the fire tongue that could shear through diamonds.

He hesitated though, before moving towards her, and lightly his muzzle brushed her neck, taking relief in the fact she appeared to be alright now. He watched the magic nestle through her mane, watching icicles grow, and frost coat her slightly, before noting her reaction to his words. He pulled away, drawing his eyes to hers, before lightly chuckling, letting his muzzle hover over her forehead, a soft chuckle of air brushing over her scales as he shook his head, "Dear Katswiri, I am not so foolish as to pity you. But that doesn't mean I don't worry, and fret over you. You know as well as I do that what I'm expressing isn't pity. It's concern. So shut up, darling, and accept it." He chided her gently, his tones playful, with an underlying dark tone that came natural to him when he teased her. At his request, though, she gave no other words, only to stand, and hook her tail blade to the necklace looped around his neck, using it to draw him forward. He moved willingly, though he eyed her curiously as he glanced down to ensure the chain wouldn't give beneath her tug. He didn't want to know what would happen, should he loose it. Merlin had mentioned something about violently dark magic, escaping him at random. Chaos. Disaster. Death. The usual predictions that followed around the Shadow Dragon King.

As they stood at the base of the tree, the male eyed the branches to ensure they wouldn't suddenly start encasing him, before his gaze returned to the female dragon, watching her dig into the soul. What was she doing. He didn't get to ask soon before the earth beneath them shifted, a magical pulse echoing and almost unstablizing him. He didn't get a chance to ask though before roots were rising from the ground, circling around gems that beat with the pure, untouched magic that surrounded the area, their colors vibrant, perfect. Not tainted. He glanced back at the female when she spoke, explaining that the deeper you ask, the larger you find, though mentioning she didn't need a gem of such power. As he was mentioned however, both eyes went to the current gem already darker than he liked that kept his magic untainted and in working order. The thought of getting stones from this place that could last longer was an intriguing idea, and as he looked up at the tree, a faint soft sigh came from his lips, "I'll keep it in mind. I'll more than likely need a fresh one with in the month, as it is. This gem here was from an imperfect stock, and at the time it was all I was able to find." His gaze locked on the tree, speaking to it directly this time, his voice shifting, deepening to the natural language, the old language of the ancients, as he spoke quietly, "Thank you for allowing me to see these." He added, bowing his head to the tree in gratitude.

As she commented about being able to fly, he grinned faintly, "I have no doubt in your abilities, or the abilities of your host, Katswiri. I know as well as you do that you would never choose a weak host," His grin increased, a small chuckle leaving him when she suddenly declared his way of travel more convenient, before stating it was time they went, and calling him her dark knight. A certain spark lit up his mercury eyes at the words, clearly amused by them, "As you wish, my lady." He said graciously, bowing, "Your wish is but my humble command." He teased, as he allowed the shadows to wrap around himself, and the female keeping in company, glancing down as he felt her wing brush against his body, before looking back at her, an amused smile on his face before the shadows tightened them into a ball of darkness. As the shadows once more disappeared, opening them back up, a sudden chirp was heard from the house before a tiny black mass slammed into his front legs, and the squeal of 'Daddy!' had the male instantly lowering his head to cluck at his hatchling. As he turned towards Katswiri, he nudged Nyx forward, the youthful dragonet stumbling over her hooves, as her large red eyes stared up at the female before her, "Nyx, we'll be having a guest for a little bit. This is miss Katswiri." He breathed to his daughter who was quietly looking at the other.

Nyx remained silently, shadows shifting around her limbs faintly, the small budding of her own powers beginning to develop, 'H-hi.' She mumbled in shock, before shifting backwards to stand between her father's legs, leaning against them as her tiny tail wove it's way around his ankle. Nocte chuckled at his daughter, before looking at Kats, "Usually she's not this shy. She must be breath taken by your beauty," He teased his old friend, before lightly reaching down to pick his dragonet up in his muzzle, and gently carry her inside, using a flicking motion with his tail to indicate the female should follow as he stepped into his home which had been clearly created around being able to maintain his dragon form inside the home.

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Katswiri averted her gaze as he spoke of him having no doubt in her host and her own abilities. Hmph, that would no doubt change once he noticed just how young Kao was. And how completely ordinary she appeared. Most of her hosts were physically powerful, you could feel the power they controlled. Honestly, Katswiri never chose her host, she just hinted. She used to pick her host, when she could feel her time drawing closer, but in her last few hundred lives, she’d long given up her choice to chance. If she had chosen her host, she would have avoided Kao like the plague. She’d been picking hosts from the Sordia House for too long.

She forced the ice to stop creeping down her frame as the shadows wrapped around them. Her world was suddenly quiet as the dragon song of Ancient High was left behind in exchange for the soothing emptiness of blackness. Katswiri released a held breath, which came out a foggy puff of air, as the shadows bled away to reveal Nocte’s home. Katswiri’s heart stopped at the sound of a chirp, leaping in to her throat as her empty stomach dropped to her feet. She’d know the chirp of a true youngling anyway. The ice coated dragoness swallowed past the thick limp in her throat as she turned her finely shaped head to look upon the owner of the chirp.

’By the Gods, she is beautiful,’ was the first thoughts that passed through her brain, the second being that she hadn’t changed a bit. But then again, it had only been a year since Katswiri had given her life in exchange for this younglings, her most trusted comrade’s daughter. Katswiri felt her maternal instincts rising again, so much stronger since taking on Maeve, Keanu, and Phallotine but before she could react, Nocte was speaking and carrying the small dragonet into his house, faint wisps of shadows clinging to her tiny form. For a few minutes, Katswiri simply stood there in the pale moonlight, blinking her copper eyes. How things seemed to come full circle in this life cycle.

She took a deep breath before following Nocte into his house, using her tail blade to gently nudge the door closed behind her. She didn’t bother to take in the fantastic architecture, so tailored that Nocte could move about in dragon form unhindered. Why bother admiring the fine house when she’d only slip away the moment Nocte was asleep. Or at the very least, with his guard down. She needed to leave early to reach the High Courts in the morning for Kao’s coronation.

She didn’t speak, just followed the ebony duo. She was too busy lost in memories, the days of darkness, starvation, underground spent trying to rescue one tiny little being who’d never given her a name. Now that the painful memories were back, she remembered having dubbed the tiny one little sauda, dark one. "Nocte, wait," she called out, "I. . . can I. . .see her?" She felt like a fool for asking, but she hoped he understood. Nyx was a Shadow Dragon, yes. But she was also an Ancient. And it had been several millennia since she’d even heard the chirps of a true Ancient youngling. She wanted to make sure her lost life, the days spent in the grips of the poison, had left the little dragoness unmarked. And maybe, just maybe, the little might remember her.

As Nocte turned to her to look at her upon her calling out, Katswiri lowered her head and looked to the side. She tried desperately to grasp at the blurry memories of how she had greeted the terrified child in an attempt to calm her when Katswiri stumbled upon her in the underground maze. She’d been blind underground then, relying heavily on her magical sight to get around, so her eyes had been silver. A cooing purr slipped past Katswiri’s lips, her copper eyes bleeding away to silver. The icicles in her mane began to melt, traveling down her leathery skin to create delicate frost fern patterns. The frost crept down her forelimbs to coat the floor around her paws, delicate fern fronds giving way to flowers and swooping birds. The frost glistened as Katswiri crouched to the ground, the frill of drawn up horns along her cheeks brushing each other in a soft rattled greeting.

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[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]The little black dragonet was more than delighted for him to finally be home. Even Nocte had notice that as the little one launched herself at him, and he had been more than willing to pick her up, carrying her back into the house even as Nyx tried to peer around his frame to look at the oher dragon with her father. She had met very few dragons, though not many came around since Lux went to heaven to see her mommy. Nyx watched the othr move into the house, using her tail to close the door. Instantly Nyx pulled her tail up between her legs to look at the bladeless end, before pouting. She wanted a cool blade like that! Though she knew the majority of such things would develop as she aged. Maybe she'd get one after all. As her father moved to take her away the other stopped him, and Nyx tilted her head curiously when she was asked to be seen.

Nocte raised an eyebrow, hesitating before setting Nyx down on the ground, gently nudging his daughter towards one of his oldest friends. "Of course." He agreed, as he watched his friend lower to the ground. Nyx stood curiously as a coo left the female's lips, and instictively the young dragon chirped back, watching the female's eyes turn silver, before frost suddenly started to form, into delicate patterns. As the frost hit the ground, it created flowers, birds, glistening even as the female's horns brushed together in a rattled greeting. Nyx reached out to touch a bit of the frost, eyes wide at it before she jumped forward to try and 'catch' a bird, only to end up slipping on the frost and ending up on her backside, tail curled up towards her belly, and a smile on her youthful face, clearly seeing the situation as a game, before looking up at the female, and chirping again, "You're her! The nice dragon that helped me! Get away from the earth dragon's maze!" The child squealed happily, Nocte instantly raising an eyebrow in question, before the child rolled back to her paws before lightly pawing at Katswiri's forelimb, "You know Daddy? Daddy's been sad lately cause Luxie is gone . . . . but he seems happier now that you're here!" She added, as Nocte chuckled and lightly rolled his eyes at his daughter.

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The female Ancient choked back a deep purr rising in her throat at the youngling’s reactions. It was much too easy for her to falling into mothering mode. Sure, Nocte knew of her tragic love life, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed him knowing. The past was the past; she could never go back which was why she never told anyone of it. She didn’t need them to remind her in any way of her mistakes when she was reminded enough of them by this infuriating reincarnation cycle. She was a bit of a hypocrite now that she thought about it; she didn’t like to dwell in the past, but she still did it.

Katswiri watched as Nyx attempted to catch her icy creations only to fail and slide about. She gave a soft snort, feeling the pull of magic as it drained her slightly. It wasn’t as large of a pull that she couldn’t restore it overnight, but it was worth it, if only to see the smile of this precious child. The bird continued to loop around her small form as she rose to her paws and pawed at Katswiri’s foreleg, her eyes shining with recognition. The birds nestled on Nyx’s neck, some bursting into soft snow flakes that ghosted her hide. The lingering magic in the flakes prevented them from melting right away. "Yes, I know your father. I like to play with the idea I know him quite well." She pointed ignored Nocte’s questioning gaze. She really didn’t want to talk of such a rough time, not when more was about to happen.

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[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]Nocte couldn't deny that his heart swelled with pride as he watched his daughter, the tiny little one playing in the frost created by his closest - and now oldest - friend. The little dragonet was content to play with her new game, jumping after the frost, giggling as she slid around. She giggled as she looked up at the female now, recognizing her as if from a distant memory, and instantly Nocte's curiosity grew. He knew little about what his daughter had been through when they'd been separated (she refused to tell him, often saying that she didn't want to worry him), but it appeared that the mystery somehow involved Katswiri.

Nyx squealed in delight at the sudden bursting of the bird, smiling as she eyed the snowflakes that stood out against the darkness of her hide - matching the scales of her father. The young girl turned her red gaze to her father, before it flirted back to that of the female, smiling, "Good! Daddy need friends!" She declared with youthful innocence, even as Nocte smirked lightly, walking forward to silently make a path past his daughter and around Katswiri, his voice to soft for his daughter's ears, "Odd how even after so many years - so many life times - you still seem to know me so well, Katswiri." His voice was soft, almost a purr as he let his words drop from his mouth like silk and honey, his eyes glittering teasingly, "But it's good to have you back . . . just so you know. I pray you'll stay around for a while longer yet." It was as close as he'd come to admitting just how much he'd missed her even if her attitude gave him a head ache some times. His late-mate hadn't been Katswiri's biggest fan - but even then she'd been convinced that either Kats or Lux would steal him away from her, bless her dear heart. Now that both his mate, and Lux was gone, Katswiri felt like his last connection to who he had been those years ago, before his 'Great Sleep' and before his world was turned upside down.

Suddenly Nyx was there, leaning against her father's forelimbs as she looked up at the dragon, snuggling against her daddy, "You not look like Daddy, or like Luxie. Why you not dark too?" The child asked, her tone thoughtful, still trying to understand the fact that so many dragons looked so different. She'd met so few thanks to Nocte's determination to keep her existance a secret. Likely to be one of the last ancient dragons to live, he wanted her to know how to defend herself before the rest of the world discovered her. Still her innocence made him smile. "Luxie was daddy's friend. Did you know Luxie? Luxie went to heaven to see my mommy. Daddy say she not coming back. I don't think this heaven place is a good place to visit. No one ever comes back. It's not fair." The child pouted, still to young to understand the concept of death being absolutely final, "I hopes you don't decide to visit there too! Or it trap you!" The child warned, before yawning.

Nocte grinned, nudging his little hatchling, "Bed time, Nyxie. Go on up to your room. I'll be in shortly, alright?" The little dragonet yawned, shifting to her human form, her hair pulled up in pig tails as the toddler made her way to the stairs and climbed up it - half the way using her hands. Not able to navigate the stairs with a tail, or four legs, Nocte couldn't understand how she could do it with two legs and two arms, but regardless he smiled as he watched her go before turning back to Katswiri, "I'll not ask how you know Nyx, I can tell from your expression you don't want to talk about it . . . But when your ready . . . I would like to know. I don't know much about what happened to her while . . . . I was out of commission." He said quietly before gently nudging the female, "Do you need to leave immediately? Or do you want to help make sure my toddler is actually going to bed, and not jumping on the bed instead?" He asked, half hoping for the first, and half hoping for the second. He and Kats had a lot of catching up to do before they had any chance of being as close as they once were, but at the same time, he felt she was keeping a lot from him. And while he didn't want her to leave just yet, it seemed that was usually how their meetings went. Her leaving, and him wishing she'd had stayed for just a while longer.

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Katswiri continued to watch the young dragling with eyes keener than any hawk could ever hope to possess. Her ears twitched in acknowledgment of Nocte’s soft voice, the frill of her horns slowly drawing up to cluster underneath her long ivory crest. That charmingly teasing voice of his was showing its ugly façade again. Something deep within her chest twisted. Ugh when had she become such a pit of dark, angsty thoughts and unknown feelings. She heard Kaotanya giggle lightly from inside her head and her tail twitched in response. "True friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget," she recited, an old quote she’d heard of by man named Randolf, ”as such, there are certain things I’d prefer to not know about you, but alas, beggars can’t be choosers." She grumbled rather flatly, taking a painstaking moment to flash a pair of narrowed coppery hues at Nocte.

The first few lives Katswiri had gone through where a jumbled mess, she only remembered just enough those first few life times that she knew her own real name and that her duty. She couldn’t really quite remember exactly when they had first met. But regardless, Katswiri oddly enough never had trouble remembering Nocte. A part of her knew him subconsciously, and it was that subconscious that made completely forgetting him in the beginning hard. Nocte had been impossible to forgot, once she acknowledged her memories of him. That twisting poison deep within her chest and belly, she couldn’t quite call it jealousy; it was too strong for just one emotion. Maybe it was anger as well. Nocte had found a mate, twice, grown a family and watched his cubs hatch, felt their love and seen their tiny little faces. He still had his daughter. A deep part of her was, dare she admit it, spiteful of her old dear friend. He said that he understood her in a way. But he would never quite know what it was like. Not when he had at one point in life been a father to living breathing draglings. He hadn’t felt the life burning, churning, growing inside suddenly stop and settle like heavy rocks, frozen in time.

It was more than that though. She had needed Nocte, desperately so. And he had failed, granted, not of his own accord; she couldn’t necessarily blame him for that. But he hadn’t thought to seek her out after he awoke. She was sure now that she was incredibly different. Before she’d engaged in playful banter with him, always with that “Katswiri sharp edge” to her words; it was part of her, the crippling sarcasm. But now, she was almost malicious. Moody and unpredictable; she was an unknown even to herself. She’d spent 153 lives alone to fumble through everything. Katswiri was a petty being, simple as that. Nocte may not have been able to control that a witch cursed him. Katswiri’s logical self informed her it was most certainly not his fault But her irrational side, the side that was distinctly her, the Katswiri she had become since he first truly failed her, the dark, twisted side, could do nothing but blame him.

She snorted angrily, a sharp puff of smoke escaping her narrow nostrils, lacking the normal sharp acrid smell. Back? No, if he knew the real her, the real Katswiri, he’d chase her out the door. "A hundred fifty-three lives is a long time, Nocte. Do not think I am unchanged, I’m far from ‘back,’ " she replied acidly under her breath so little Nyx would remain blissfully ignorant. It was a low blow, a sharp reminder that while she may know him so surprisingly well after such a long time apart, he knew little about her. He knew the old Katswiri, a hot tempered but well minded and generally harmless dragon caught in the ripples of time. He had a vague idea of the original Katswiri, a young feisty dragoness who lived life to the fullest at the fastest she could, completely devoted to a life serving those she could not see.

He knew nothing of the vengeful, spiteful Katswiri, who laughed at the pain of her hosts and tore their minds asunder for fun. The dragon who had long ago given up hope in everything and everyone. The dragon who no longer know who Katswiri was.

Katswiri’s dark, putrid thoughts were cut short by Nyx’s soft inquries. Again the darkness that was settling over Katswiri’s features evaporated in the light of natural innocence. "I am not like you nor your father, little Sauda. I am what you call an Ancient Dragon, my domain is not in shadows darkness, but in magic and ice." Katswiri’s ears swiveled forward to hook underneath her drawn up frill. A bitter smile, lost to one so young, twisted Katswiri’s smooth face. "But dear child, heaven is a wonderful place. There one does not feel pain, nor hunger, nor do they need to sleep. It is only laughter, love, and play," the wistfulness in her tone was thick. She’d used to dream of walking the great halls her ancient teachings told about. Now all she wanted was silence, dark, and death.

She didn’t move an inch when Nocte finally intervened and instructed the child return to her room for sleep. Katswiri’s secondary wings were restless, the feathers creating soft ruffling noises as they worked beneath her large primary wings endlessly. She was stirring soft air currents around her frame unconsciously. Her side burned relentlessly. She had become a creature of movement, when she used to be able to stand still for long periods of time. She was not a patient creature anymore. One tends to lose hard earned qualities when they are not practiced after all. She blinked at Notce, her trance broken, when he asked of her plans. "I saved her from an Earth dragon my last life," she stated simply, flatly, leaving no room for open discussion. "I really should be leaving, I have a long flight, and week, ahead of me."

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[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]Nocte couldn't help but feel himself lighten up at the sight of her daughter, just as much as being around Katswiri brought out a side of himself he'd forgotten he possessed. A carefree side that didn't mind being a bit more playful, a bit more seductive if the mood fit even. Around Kats, he could just . . . be himself. He smirked at he words, swishing his tail at her playfully, "Now Kats, you and I both know you love to know about all my quirks." He teased, eyeing her, meeting her narrowed eyes with innocent ones of his own. "Am I not the most interesting buck you've met?" He added, puffing out his chest. He tilted his head as he looked at the female who'd remained in the back of his mind since he was but a young dragon and had run into her that first, fateful time. How they kept meeting, kept having fun, causing chaos, challenging each other to see who was worse . . . . Their friendship had grown over the years. And he wouldn't lie. He'd missed her greatly. Yet, he could feel a change in their relationship. She wasn't his Katswiri anymore. And the thought of her being different was painful. There was a certain unfamiliarity to this new Katswiri. An unfamiliarity that tore into his heart. A reminder that things between them might not be the same. But then again, since his first mate, things had always been changing. He flinched at her words none the less, hating the acid in her voice, and not for the first time blaming himself for damage done while he'd slept. Apparently his mate, hatchlings, and eggs were not the only ones who'd been ripped from him during that long sleep.

But surely, he could scavenge some part of their relationship, "You're right. I wasn't there for you, and I should have been. I tried to always be there for you . . . . I failed many in the last few thousand years, and I regret every moment of it, for any of it happening. I just . . . . then let me get to know you now, then." He was surprised by the pleading tone in his low voice, kept out of the ears of his youth, not wanting to let Katswiri out of his life again. Not yet, not for ever. He knew the old katswiri, but she was right, he knew nothing about this one. But he still wanted to know her.

At his daughter's words, he watched Katswiri's face change, and the way his little one already attached herself to the older female, biting back a smile, "Magic and Ice? Daddy can do magic too, but he says that it's not good. That magic poisons him. Does you get poisoned by magic too?" Suddenly her expression turned distressed at the sudden thought of poisoned magic, "Daddy can't die from his magic . . . . He says he has an an- . . . annie. . . . animote to the poison. Does you have an animote too? Please don't die! Eberyone dies, it not fair." When the female began to speak of heaven, Nocte turned his face away, his ears flat against his cranium, and features drawn back in a grimace of pain. He prayed his beloved be in Heaven, along with Lux . . . . but he knew he never would be. Too many had died when he failed to be there for them. It was a man's job to protect his family, and he'd failed. "Is my mommy happy in Heaven? I hope so. I never knew mommy, but I'll see her one day . . . . but daddy says that i'll grow big and strong and live long time before I see mommy again." It was truly Nocte's wish for his daughte. For her survival, after all she'd seen.

Finally, with Nyx sent of to bed, Nocte turned to focus on the female, eyeing the restlessness, before looking surprised when she spoke on how she knew his daughter. He looked at he for a long moment, before speaking softly, "I owe you my gratitude then. For keeping her alive. She may be the last offspring I will ever have. I just pray she will make it to adult hood, unlike the others." He said simply, before looking up when she spoke of leaving. He hesitated for a moment before sighing and touching his muzzle against the side of her own, "Alright, I won't keep you. The Kats of my memories wasn't much for being controlled, if I remember correctly, I would assume the new Kats is the same . . . but . . . don't be a stranger. Please." He spoke, before silently walking her out of his home, adding briefly, "My door is always open for you . . . . should you need it. Stay well, Katswiri."

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