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Started November 05, 2018 by @InstaOnly

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Nykidia and Night followed the trail of blood. They looked around blue torch lit room and shivered in unison. "I hate this place." They both said looking at each other and the rest of the group. It brang back bad memories.

Aaron didn't understand why Nykidia give him a look for asking his question. She seemed to know stuff like this and he didn't, he didn't see the harm in asking. Then again he didn't know her, he didn't know anyone, he was amazed he let himself be dragged into this over a small bit of trust. "I think everyone has a place they hate. Actually….. I don't think you'd be very fond of the places I hate either." He remarked. He huffed in annoyance of the cold and stepped back as he trailed the edge of the room, getting too close to one of the torches. He was more reasonable now, but there was still that hint of anger in his eyes as he followed the blood trail to a few feet from the water's edge. "I bet he's in this room. I'm going to do a whole lot worse to him than a broken arm." He growled.

The woman sat at a table, hands placed on her intertwined fingers, deep in thought. The woman's husband sat next to her. "What are you thinking about?" He asked her. "The kids," she replied. "And about which one is going to take my place when I die." This subject didn't worry her husband. He knew even after his wife died, his town would still have a leader. After all, he was going to live years longer than her by many years. "Well, there's only four girls to choose from." he offered. The woman sat up straight at his comment. "Three! We only ever had three girls." She stated. "Wait but what about-" "Only. Three. Of. Them." She glared, daring him to go against her. He did. "You can't pretend she never existed. Just because she's gone out of our lives doesn't mean she's gone." He insisted. "Shut. Up." and a glare was her response.

As if to answer Aaron's question, a sudden splash sounded on the other side of the pool. Though as soon as the splash happened, it went eerily silent again. Ripples was the only thing noticeable, moving across the surface before the water became unnaturally still again.
He was waiting, waiting patiently for one to wander too close to the edge. He was feeling more confident again, having returned to his natural element. However, these were still these intruders that needed to be dealt with. He needed to defend the Lady, she was counting on him. He couldn't let her down, not after everything she had done for him…
The thoughts spurred him forward. One took a step too close to the water, and there was no warning has he lunged out of the once still water. The male's yellow eyes were glowing brightly as powerful. serrated fangs aimed to lock down on the nearest prey, which happened to be Nykidia.
Now he just had to hope that his fangs locked down on either her arm or leg, and drag her back to the depths where he would be in full control.

The female sat silently in the dark room she called her own. Around on the other side, was a pool of water, though a bit smaller than the one further out where her adoptive child resided. She called him her 'child', having found the poor creature battered and bruised. Never having been able to have children of her own, she took him in, calling the boy Ryder. The female had grown extremely fond of him…and if anything were to happen to him…may the gods have mercy on their poor soul to the one who harmed her 'son'.
Either way, word had spread through the darker back sides of the alleys, a visitor from another world had appeared. She was rather curious, but what peaked her curiosity even further was that this newcomer was a dragon. Her mind instantly went to her past, where such beasts made her life miserable, a particular dragon having been a mortal enemy she could call it.
Violet eyes turned towards the door as she heard a knock. That shadowy male of earlier appeared, dropping his cargo on the ground. He seemingly dusted his hands off together, his eyes having gone back to their golden.
"And there you are miss, one dragon as ordered."
The female slowly stood up from her place, walking over. Her gaze looked over the knocked out male who seemed to twitch every now and then. The pupils in her eyes seemed to narrow. Her voice was a soft hiss as she responded.
"…this isn't him…pity…well, I suppose I shall give you your pay then…"
The strange woman tossed the male a small bag. He snatched it out of the air, moving to stuff it in a pocket of his jacket. He gave the woman a bow, swiftly disappearing out the door.
Now, as for Eberaus who was still knocked out, though seemed whatever it was, was very slowly wearing off. His twitching seemed to be a bit more active, body trying to wake up. She simply stared down at the dragon in his human form. She honestly didn't hate all dragons, just one beast in particular. The female sighed softly, turning her gaze towards the door. She knew she had other visitors, but was currently unaware of the fight her 'son' was currently having with the intruders.

The women stood up, aquatic tail barely touching the ground as she floated a few inches off the ground. Her husband, being the same species, did the same.
"Where are you going?" The man asked as the woman started to leave the room.
"I heard that She requested something. I want to see what it was." The woman said, exiting the darkly lit room.
"What do you think it was?" The male asked his wife, trailing behind him.
"We'll find out now." The woman said, pushing the door open to Her room. Inside, She was standing, looking down at an unconscious dragon.

Nykidia saw the splash. Wait. It's all coming back to her. Flyn had to do a deal with her once before. "I should of recognized it before." She mumbled out loud. (I'm going to leave this spot open just in case Aaron wants to get grabbed but if he doesn't Nykidia will.)

Aaron lifted his gaze from the trail into the pool as a splash sounded. He looked to Nykidia as she mumbled something about recognizing the place. To him the room was just…. off. It wasn't normal at least. Without warning the surface of the water broke, sending water splashing onto them as Aaron saw the shark humanoid being the cause of it. He panicked as the man lunged for Nykidia. She had been the most patient with him, and so far he'd only returned it with his usual habits of hurting others and pushing them away. He spoke up, his tone urgent in warning, "Look out!"
Whatever sense of loyalty Aaron still held had pushed him to step in front of the red haired girl. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out as the other's serrated fangs dug into his forearm, which only hurt more as he tried to stay on land. He did his best to take a few last breaths as he realized he was at a disadvantage, he was going to get dragged into the water no matter what he tried.

Now, having the bite-strength of a Great White, the very shark his DNA was melded with, it was indeed quite strong. Though, inheriting those natural instincts, they kicked in fully. The male's eyes flickered having a feral glint as they swiftly closed, protecting his vision from the thrashing body. He seemed to have a new-found strength as the feral ferocity took over his body. The wounds he suffered from earlier seemed to numb, as predatory instincts took control of his senses.
He continued to drag Aaron back down into the water. With a final pull, he and the other disappeared back under the water. Now here he had full advantage, and with the predatory sensors ticking in his mind, anything that had been 'human' was gone, being replaced with a dangerous 'predator', a creature that was built and meant to kill.
The shark-like male swung thrashed his head from side to side, aiming to rend flesh from bone. His serrated fangs acting like saws, raking back and forth.

She had returned to her place behind what appeared to be a desk in the corner. In a delicate hand she held a pen, appearing to be writing several things down. The female allowed her mind to wander back, sifting through different memories. Though her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she heard the door to her dark room suddenly open, one of the visitors appearing there.
The woman slowly stood, her violet eyes glowing slightly. Her pupils were a bit round, showing she was mostly calm. The female's voice was a quiet, even tone, "The least you could've done was knock before entering my room…be glad my son wasn't standing guard."
Her arms moved, crossing in front of her chest. She hadn't moved too far from the desk she had been currently sitting at. The strange woman seemed to pause, her head turning. She had sensed something, but allowed it to be pushed further back. Her form seemed to tense slightly. There was something nagging her, but she couldn't be sure what…
"So what can I do for you? Do make it quick, I'd like to get this dragon back out of my abode before he does wake up…still a bit disappointed he wasn't the one."
She had seemingly muttered the last part of disappointment to herself.

I wanna casually send one of my angry bois in here….//

Nykidia watched as Aaron was dragged down underwater. "F***!" She mumbled. "Night go get him." "Why?" "He jumped in front of me damn it! Isn't that enough for you to trust him again." Night rolled her eyes and dove in after Aaron.

(In where?)
Underwater he couldn't see properly. Any vision he had was blurred and the shark-like male's quick movements didn't help. It would do him no good to shift and he would lose his breath eventually. Aaron wasn't used to being the weak one in a fight, he wasn't used to being the prey. So instead he went into fight or flight mode, closing his eyes as he kicked as hard as he could. All he could think was that he needed to get loose and back above the water as pain rushed through him, his enemy still ripping at the flesh of his arm. He summoned one of his thin blades, swinging blindly in hopes he'd be let go. With no sight and the water slowing his motions he didn't know if he was doing any real damage like he had their first fight, and it began to have fear slowly grab him. He couldn't call for help without losing the air he had, and the fear gripped him a bit faster not knowing if he'd driven the others too far away for them to want to help. He could only fight and hope, and being optimistic wasn't one of his strengths.

Night looked around underwater. Shades could breath underwater so she had no worries about herself. Though she was starting to worry about Aaron. Night had seen how long humans can last underwater and it wasn't long. He had about 3 minutes at most. Night spotted Aaron trying to slash at the shark like thing. She went over to him. In a attempt to free him self she was letting precious air go. She covered his mouth. "Air." She thought "He needs air." She looked around.

Now, unlike the other 2, his vision was perfect underwater, though he kept his eyes closed in order to protect them from the thrashing prey. Though due to the predatory nature of a Great White, he also inherited the creatures extreme senses. It was here he was meant to be, in the water where once again he was the top of the food chain.
As Aaron thrashed around, he did manage to kick the male enough to loosen his grip. Though the blindly swinging of that blade made him also fully release. He felt the vibrations, heard every movement. His electroreception senses tingling constantly. There was blood in the water, and the predator was excited. There was just a tinge of fear there as the prey started to panic.
He whipped his legs as they acted as fins, propelling him swiftly away. Despite the appearance above, the water in the pool was surprisingly deep, an illusion to trick those above, before they were dragged into the depths to be drowned, then feasted upon by him…when he was allowed to of course.
Either way, he was quickly back. His jaws opened wide, aiming to clamp down on one of Aaron's flailing legs. Though his senses picked up more movement in the water. There was another nearby. Instantly the predator felt challenged. Something else was here, trying to take his prey. It couldn't allow that, not when it did the work to get the prey this far.

Nysaxiope huffed, still annoyed when she swung opened the door to Nys Fish. She swung her tail in rough patterns as she entered her office. But when she sat down with a thump all her anger melted away into worry. She rubbed her temples with her hands. Dammit, why am I so worried about them? Those are the pieces of garbage who are going to drag me down to poverty. She thought. Maybe it was because she had already gotten attached to the first people in a while who hadn't treated her like traitor or a monster. Maybe it was because black market things reeked of her parents. Maybe it was both. Either way, she knew she wouldn't get any sleep until she knew what happened. Yet she still sat.

"You know how much we pay you. You need us." The woman said at the slight threat of her son standing guard.
"Miss, you seem tense. What is it?" The woman's husband asked.
"Oh, never mind that. I'm sure she's fine." The woman waved at her husband's question. "I'm interested in this dragon. You don't need it, do you? If it fits my needs, I'll take it."

Aaron opened his eyes, panicked, as he tried to understand what was happening. He was released but his mouth was covered, and the shark man was out of his sight if he was still here. His arm stung from the attempt to tear away flesh as his own blood tinted the water around him red. Though being a kitsune gave him a bit more time underwater it wasn't much, and he was starting to feel lightheaded as he kicked his legs to push himself towards the surface. He didn't want to be dragged back down into the scarily deep waters. Aaron's injured arm didn't aid his escape and the other still gripped his weapon in case it was needed, so all he had was will power and the strength of his legs to get up to where he could breath. As he got closer to the surface it finally clicked that the shadow around him was Night, and he was silently thankful she was helping.

Night looked around under water. "There has to be some ventilation system!" She thought as she looked around. There wasn't. "I need to get him up." Night thought. She let go of Aaron and went down to the shark. Sharks have to primary weak spots. Eyes and gills. Night formed little claws on her hands and stuck them in the sharks gills.

His fangs clacked on nothingness, only managing to graze Aaron's leg. His body gave a whip-like motion, moving back in for the kill. Under the water, his eyes glowed with a feral glint. His body moved with ease through the water. The male's blue skin seemed to shimmer, skin hardening slightly. The humanoid was making another attempt to get back and drag Aaron back to the depths when a sudden movement caught his eye.
A sharp pain suddenly drove into the side of his neck (where his gills would be located). Well, the sudden intensity did drive him back, disappearing swiftly into the darkness. Though it would only be a matter of time before he would be back for the kill. He did manage to drag the prey further out towards the middle of his pool. So if they were to swim like mad, there would perhaps be a chance of them escaping.
But they had to remember, they were still in his domain. The water the humanoid owned, and with the feral instincts in control of his mind, it was likely he wasn't going to let them get away so easily…

Her keen ears and vigilant nature picked up the disturbances happening in the room further away. A slight frown appeared on her face, hoping everything was alright…
Though her violet eyes locked onto the woman as she stated that the female needed them. She bit back a snide remark, keeping it to herself. The Lady hated the fact that this other's payments did help her slightly when she had first entered this world. As back then she came with nothing but a will to live and the want for revenge…
Despite the other woman snapping at her husband, she did answer him, "It's nothing…I will be fine."
Her violet eyes turned towards Eberaus, who's twitching was becoming more frequent. The feather tufts along his tail were starting to seemingly vibrate again. The Lady watched for several moments, then looked back to the other.
"This isn't the dragon I am looking for…As for your needs, let me guess; still sane, able to withstand water, and so forth," the lady sighed, "Well, even if he is in human form, I can tell by his tail and the movements, that he is a Rock Drake. Rather uncommon back in that world now that I remember…Either way, his breed/species are made for scaling steep terrain, withstand harsh conditions and some pressure, and gliding short distances. Though there are ones that live underground from what I have heard."

Night smiled as the shark let go. She grabbed on to Aaron, hoping he wasn't unconscious. She floated up to the surface. How long had it been? If Aaron felt that he NEEDED to breath than he had about 7 more seconds. That how long it took to get oxygen to pump to all of the body. After that he would fall unconscious. Either way it would be OK. Night had him now and once they got to the top of the surface than they would be good.

As Night brought him to the surface Aaron was seeing spots in his vision, coughing violently as he tried to get as much air as possible. A pained whimper come from him, his injured arm shooting pain through him as he tried moving it. So he instead tried to move along the water soaking and breathing heavily, kicking weakly as fight or flight still drove his actions. "Nykidia?" He called, his voice faltering.
He was confused realizing his words weren't muffled, taking a moment to clear his thoughts before realizing the shadowy being was no longer covering his mouth but instead holding him above the surface. Night? The thought crossed his mind, but his head wouldn't let him dwell on it. He wanted to get to land. He hated this water, water that once again was slowly going red, the fresh marks from the other's serrated teeth slowly making him pass out. Still he was forcing himself to stay awake, not knowing where the shark-like male was. Once they were back by Nykidia maybe he could try healing himself.

Nykidia looked from the edge. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had been mentally counting and it had been almost 2 minutes. Night was holding Aaron above the surface. "Nykidia?" She heard Aaron call. Nykidia was surprised but she couldn't let that get in the way of Aaron's safety. Night pulled Aaron over to the side and Nykidia lifted him out of the water. She pulled out bandages. "Damn. That thing banged you up pretty good." Nykidia said. She knew that she shouldn't wrap the wound with out having it be properly cleaned but he was losing a lot of blood.

Lovino has ran after Nys glaring at Aaron. He arrived and opens the door some hair falling in front of his eyes the grin still cut into his tan face. “Hay Nys-.” He stops “Hay Nysaxiope.”

Aaron looked down as Nykidia helped him. He may have jumped in front of her…. but he didn't expect anyone to help him. Maybe that's why he was shaking a bit, or maybe he was just cold and soaking wet. "Yeah…" He trailed, "He went full shark mode or something once we were in the water. Instead of fighting he was just…. tearing at my arm." He looked at the water as he tried to recover his senses. He was watching, waiting, to see if the shark humanoid would come back. They were still pretty close to the edge, and even if he tried to not show it he was scared. It wasn't even a fight, he was at too much of a disadvantage, that was just defending himself. Though what really frightened him was when he thought no one would come, the same fear from when he was younger that he'd pushed everyone away. "I could probably heal myself once I'm focused." He mumbled. Nykidia and Night didn't need to help him any more than they already had. With his temper and habits he was surprised they even stayed this long. "Where do you think Eberaus is?"

Nykidia lifted Aaron up and started carrying him. "I would guess where ever she is." She said walking. "Thanks for jumping in front of me." Nykidia said. Water and blood was leaving a trail. It didn't matter. She probably knew they were here anyway.

He was taken by surprise as Nykidia started walking while carrying him, Aaron didn't think someone younger than him would have an easy time carrying him. He wasn't used to people helping him, or used to helping others. "No problem, I guess?" He didn't really know what he was supposed to say as he paused, "You know I can walk, right? I'm not that close to passing out. It's my arm that's hurt."

Once again the water had become completely still. Seemed once again whatever strange magic was there had calmed the once seething waters. Yet beneath the surface, he could still smell everything, hear the sound of moving water, sense the world around him.
Though it seemed the wounds from earlier were starting to catch up to him. His one arm was still broken from the other's attack when he had been on land. A few other slashes as well from the claws were starting to bleed even more due to his swift and jerky movements. The adrenaline had been his fuel as well as the shark-instincts, though ever slowly, that adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the shark senses were starting to dull.
Yet he still couldn't let them pass…what would she say if he failed her? He couldn't let he down…she had done so much for him…treated him so well unlike those bastards who created him…she had always been so kind…even in his violent fits of rage she did nothing but hold him close…
The water started to stir. There was movement, swift. The surface broke as his shape sailed in and out of the water. His yellow eyes glinted, still holding their feral ferocity, but there seemed to be something else there. With a single, graceful movement, the male leapt out of the water in a graceful arc. He landed right before Aaron and Nykidia, blocking the way. One of his legs nearly buckled under him, falling to one knee. Yet he continued to glare definitely. His broken arm rested on his knee, baring his serrated fangs which were now red.
"W-why…are you…s-s-so…so damn…set on…g-g-getting through here?!? J-Just…LEAVE!!"
He was panting hard now, just struggling to keep his place and block their path. Water dripped from his body, mixing with his own blue blood that trailed into the pool where it seemed to disappear.