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June 14, 2016 18:23:25

((Basically a 1x1x1 for myself, @Nyria, and @Icebomb))

The Death Seekers had come and with them bleak news. The war had finally ended, but with it followed not only destruction of three clans, but there seemed to be no survivors. Or, to put it a bit more bluntly, none of which the Death Seekers had accounted for. For once, Weiss took his leave of the Hewn City, blaming himself for letting her run off on such a fool's errand. He hadn't realized that that may have been the last he would ever see of his dear twin sister... and yet, the blood scaled Guardian blamed himself for allowing her to run back to the home she abandoned so long ago. Still, Weiss was not prepared for what awaited him on that battlefield.

The smell of blood hung heavy in the air. A stench that was almost enough to make even those with iron stomachs gag. And all the dead... Weiss was accustomed to the sight of death, but this... this... was worse than what he had ever imagined. So many lifeless eyes staring up at the cloudless, vulture strewn, sky. So many unfamiliar faces that, deep down, he knew were more than likely his kin, his blood. For once, the Guardian felt peace in knowing that he had never been apart of this dysfunctional family. But then, this is why Zenzi had left his side. She had been worried. Perhaps not for the creature that was their mother... but for her sisters? It was a question Weiss found himself asking himself a lot. He did not understand her love for these... things. He had not been raised with them, but had been pushed out of their clan and forced onto many. Each one meeting the same fate. A thought that, still to this day, made the mighty dragon shudder.

And there, he stood, on a precipice overlooking the dead and trying to pinpoint his sister. The Death Seekers... they had been right. Nothing out there moved. Not dragon, anyways. But there was something that drove him here. It was a familiar sensation. One that could only mean Zenzi was alive... or clinging to it... and he had to find her. Soon. The sound of hasty footfalls resounded from somewhere behind him and it caused his pale eyes to roll. "Foolish of you to come." Weiss mumbled, though making sure to keep his eyes locked upon the horizon. There. Across the valley of his dead kin... That was where he could feel his bond tugging him.

"How so, my dear Weiss. You should not handle this alone. These were your..." And then came the gag. The retching sound coming from Angarm as the Pearlcatcher tried desperately not to lose his lunch. "Oh... oh my... Oh dear..." Angarm breathed deeply, trying hard not to focus on all the corpses littered before them down below.

Weiss shook his head, turning slowly to edge down the side of the cliff and onto more flattened ground. "Keep up. I have no time to waste." he grumbled, loping down the slope with his wings held out slightly for balance. Angarm gave a silent nod, making sure to follow in the trail the massive Guardian left in his wake. It wasn't hard to follow, nor catch up with Weiss considering what he was capable of. Death and decay were his shadow, and Angarm made sure to keep his distance as he did not feel it was his time to join the rest of the carcasses around.

He had been called into the battle. Many of his clan was scared but still they joined him. 'We are strong' he had told them. But the fact of the matter was, it wasn't enough. Josh ached everywhere as he strained to even open his eyes. Blood and carnage filled his nostrils. How he wasn't dead he couldn't say. Fire, teeth, claws. It had raged for hours and was over in an instant.Weakly, he lifted his head and as he blinked the blood from his eyes he saw the bodies of everyone he knew. Friends and family alike. It made him sad to see such destruction.

As he got to his feet, he saw his reflection in a dented piece of armor. He was different. His dark blue scales and white wings were no more. Now his scales took on a more shallow golden color and his wings a shade of green.
"Can't imagine how that happened." He said to himself.

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He had been called into the battle. Many of his clan was scared but still they joined him. 'We are strong' he had told them. But the fact of the matter was, it wasn't enough. Josh ached everywhere as he strained to even open his eyes. Blood and carnage filled his nostrils. How he wasn't dead he couldn't say. Fire, teeth, claws. It had raged for hours and was over in an instant.Weakly, he lifted his head and as he blinked the blood from his eyes he saw the bodies of everyone he knew. Friends and family alike. It made him sad to see such destruction.

As he got to his feet, he saw his reflection in a dented piece of armor. He was different. His dark blue scales and white wings were no more. Now his scales took on a more shallow golden color and his wings a shade of green.
"Can't imagine how that happened." He said to himself.

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Their journey was still a long one, and yet, the corpses seemed endless. Weiss made sure to try not and disturb the dead. The one he had accidentally nicked with his tail, well, had quickly set to decay and crumble. The ravens that were feasting upon the shadowy colored Imperial had quickly fled, croaking as their black feathers dotted the blue sky. He was thankful his traveling companion was blinded to all the faces that stared blankly back at them. This would be the source of nightmares for many moons after he reached his sister. And then came a whisper upon the wind? No. That was not right. The mumble of speech. A voice. Not one of the slain, but one of the living. Weiss lifted his head, neck craning to see the cause of the sound. But, before he could say, or even do a thing, Angarm was galloping towards another Guardian. Another male and one that Weiss could certainly say he did not know.

"Why, sir!" Angarm cried, trying to gather the other Guardian's attention, "You're alive! I mean, of course you are. But... how?" The shimmering Pearlcatcher plonked down right before this shining, nearly golden, fellow and began to 'look' him over. "No, no... This blood is not yours. I don't even see a scratch. How did you manage that?"

"Leave him be," Weiss snarled, returning to slowly trudge back in the direction that he felt was right, "He does not need you nitpicking over how he managed to survive." He should've found it strange that Angarm mentioned that he saw no scratches. How the whelp saw, he did not know. He didn't even question it anymore. It just was. Angarm tried to explain it to him many times, but it just did not stick.

"Oh," Angarm huffed, shaking his head as he continued to examine Josh, "Don't mind Weiss... he's tracking something of great import. But, really, are you okay? Do you need assistance?" And then, and only then, did Weiss pause reluctantly. He could not leave Angarm behind. The tug, this pull, it was so strong that it was hard to stop... but, well, Angarm was their leader, he could not leave him here. That was unthinkable.

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June 14, 2016 19:11:01

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Their journey was still a long one, and yet, the corpses seemed endless. Weiss made sure to try not and disturb the dead. The one he had accidentally nicked with his tail, well, had quickly set to decay and crumble. The ravens that were feasting upon the shadowy colored Imperial had quickly fled, croaking as their black feathers dotted the blue sky. He was thankful his traveling companion was blinded to all the faces that stared blankly back at them. This would be the source of nightmares for many moons after he reached his sister. And then came a whisper upon the wind? No. That was not right. The mumble of speech. A voice. Not one of the slain, but one of the living. Weiss lifted his head, neck craning to see the cause of the sound. But, before he could say, or even do a thing, Angarm was galloping towards another Guardian. Another male and one that Weiss could certainly say he did not know.

"Why, sir!" Angarm cried, trying to gather the other Guardian's attention, "You're alive! I mean, of course you are. But... how?" The shimmering Pearlcatcher plonked down right before this shining, nearly golden, fellow and began to 'look' him over. "No, no... This blood is not yours. I don't even see a scratch. How did you manage that?"

"Leave him be," Weiss snarled, returning to slowly trudge back in the direction that he felt was right, "He does not need you nitpicking over how he managed to survive." He should've found it strange that Angarm mentioned that he saw no scratches. How the whelp saw, he did not know. He didn't even question it anymore. It just was. Angarm tried to explain it to him many times, but it just did not stick.

"Oh," Angarm huffed, shaking his head as he continued to examine Josh, "Don't mind Weiss... he's tracking something of great import. But, really, are you okay? Do you need assistance?" And then, and only then, did Weiss pause reluctantly. He could not leave Angarm behind. The tug, this pull, it was so strong that it was hard to stop... but, well, Angarm was their leader, he could not leave him here. That was unthinkable.

She knew well what her twin thought of this. A fool's errand it was indeed. She always thought herself hard of heart, but truth was... she was not. A guardian gifted with the ability to even heal her twin's touch would probably ever have a softness to her, no matter how tough her front may be.
Perhaps it was why Weiss allowed her to go, even when reluctance shown clear within him, to allow her to leave for so dangerous a task. He just knew her heart was soft. She was strong, but she was still a healer, an uncommonly gifted guardian. So it made sense that the time she chose to return to her abandoned home was now.
She was well away when it happened, her timing far more careful than her twin may have dared to hope. Her mother was a scheming one, and Zenzi knew enough of her plans to avoid the day "her" matron fell. One might have thought her a coward to escape the fighting, but as soon as it became clear that the three clans were decimated, she could hardly find it in her to regret her choice. Did she leave her clan to die, or did she save herself from dying a stupid death? In her mind, the answer was clear.
And besides, again, she was hardly heartless, because now she traveled her way back deep into the shrieking wilds. Now that her mother's venomous plan had been carried out to its end she returned to save any that clung to life- she came for her sisters, on the slim hope that not all had fallen in body, or mind. Her mother had trained many under her, but so many that surely not all had completed training?
Zenzi just hoped that now that all was said and done, a stupid chapter in the history of three clans, someone could be saved.
But if Weiss saw it all as foolish, she could scarcely blame him. But too far, too late, she would not stop here until she saw with her own eyes the shape her former clan was left in.

If one thing could be said about the Gladekeeper's domain, it was that decay soon became new life. Such that Zenzi almost did not recognize her former home. The stench of death fought with blooming fragrance so that she was not sure the conflicts of scents turned her stomach, or made it all easier to bear. Among unfamiliar corpses were sapling, and it surely rained often enough that the ground was scarcely as bloody as she initially imagined it would be. It was... pretty, in its way. Of course, the brunt of the fighting had not happened here, only the initial attack that sparked it all, but even what dead that fell, well, already the clearing was more of a forest than a graveyard. It made her think, well, perhaps now, it would be her home in full. It were almost as though all that was wrong with clan Mistrivven was now... cleansed. Still, she had hoped to save someone, but the ground was littered with dead and the birth of new trees, and nothing more.
But as she turned to leave, she collided with the leg of a guardian far older than she was, and Zenzi as no hatchling. The glare, if it could be called that, that the older female fixed her with was a harsh one, and then thump, she was collapsed into the dirt, chest shuddering with each raspy breath the guardian took. Off-white, with blue wings and red spines, it was no one Zenzi had ever seen before or knew to keep an eye out for, but to say she was battered was an understatement. The grey guardian was a bloody and weakened mess, and if it weren't for the fact that she was still alive, Zenzi would have assumed she long since lost any will to live. As it were, Zenzi could not even begin to guess what kept her going, her injuries were so severe that she could have easily been left for dead. Perhaps that was exactly how she was left, but that did not explain how her injuries did not do her in before now.
How she kept her eyes open, how she kept breathing... just mysteries, but Zenzi forced herself to stop observing, and to do what she actually came here to do, soon carefully crafting the spells to mend the older guardian's wounds.
"Was this your clan? What happened to you? Who are you?" Since she was still concious, Zenzi figured she could ask her questions while she worked, but her prodding was met with only one word.
"Nylaathria."
Zenzi blinked. Had she been about to say Nyria? Well, perhaps. The guardian looked like she was nearly on death's door, she was probably trying communicate that yes, this was her clan. In fact, if she recalled, the matron's full name was, in fact, Nylaathria.
Somehow, the older female caught that her meaning was not understood. "My... name." She rasped.
Zenzi paused and eyed her. The matron was... well, green for one thing. This was not her, not at all. "What... happened to you?" Zenzi whispered, but the question was ignored. Not shocking, she decided. If Nyria had shared her name with someone, well, that would have been no small thing. That left only one answer- this poor guardian lost a lot, and could not recall her name, or anything past that. In such a circumstance, perhaps it was all too easily to take the name of the fallen matron.
But that made Zenzi stare at her all the more, until there eyes met, and Zenzi just... froze. There was something... enduring there. The fallen matron had been known for possessing a strong will, a warrior's spirit- she was supposedly hard to take down mentally. And there was something impossibly Nyria in those blue eyes. Impossible because... well, how could it be?
But it was all short lived. Perhaps what she had been through- no matter who she was- had taken its toll, or perhaps the comfort of a gentle touch finally calmed what remained of the guardian enough to keep her breathing. Her head began to loll... and then crash forward, unconscious while Zenzi continued her work.

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June 14, 2016 19:32:06

She knew well what her twin thought of this. A fool's errand it was indeed. She always thought herself hard of heart, but truth was... she was not. A guardian gifted with the ability to even heal her twin's touch would probably ever have a softness to her, no matter how tough her front may be.
Perhaps it was why Weiss allowed her to go, even when reluctance shown clear within him, to allow her to leave for so dangerous a task. He just knew her heart was soft. She was strong, but she was still a healer, an uncommonly gifted guardian. So it made sense that the time she chose to return to her abandoned home was now.
She was well away when it happened, her timing far more careful than her twin may have dared to hope. Her mother was a scheming one, and Zenzi knew enough of her plans to avoid the day "her" matron fell. One might have thought her a coward to escape the fighting, but as soon as it became clear that the three clans were decimated, she could hardly find it in her to regret her choice. Did she leave her clan to die, or did she save herself from dying a stupid death? In her mind, the answer was clear.
And besides, again, she was hardly heartless, because now she traveled her way back deep into the shrieking wilds. Now that her mother's venomous plan had been carried out to its end she returned to save any that clung to life- she came for her sisters, on the slim hope that not all had fallen in body, or mind. Her mother had trained many under her, but so many that surely not all had completed training?
Zenzi just hoped that now that all was said and done, a stupid chapter in the history of three clans, someone could be saved.
But if Weiss saw it all as foolish, she could scarcely blame him. But too far, too late, she would not stop here until she saw with her own eyes the shape her former clan was left in.

If one thing could be said about the Gladekeeper's domain, it was that decay soon became new life. Such that Zenzi almost did not recognize her former home. The stench of death fought with blooming fragrance so that she was not sure the conflicts of scents turned her stomach, or made it all easier to bear. Among unfamiliar corpses were sapling, and it surely rained often enough that the ground was scarcely as bloody as she initially imagined it would be. It was... pretty, in its way. Of course, the brunt of the fighting had not happened here, only the initial attack that sparked it all, but even what dead that fell, well, already the clearing was more of a forest than a graveyard. It made her think, well, perhaps now, it would be her home in full. It were almost as though all that was wrong with clan Mistrivven was now... cleansed. Still, she had hoped to save someone, but the ground was littered with dead and the birth of new trees, and nothing more.
But as she turned to leave, she collided with the leg of a guardian far older than she was, and Zenzi as no hatchling. The glare, if it could be called that, that the older female fixed her with was a harsh one, and then thump, she was collapsed into the dirt, chest shuddering with each raspy breath the guardian took. Off-white, with blue wings and red spines, it was no one Zenzi had ever seen before or knew to keep an eye out for, but to say she was battered was an understatement. The grey guardian was a bloody and weakened mess, and if it weren't for the fact that she was still alive, Zenzi would have assumed she long since lost any will to live. As it were, Zenzi could not even begin to guess what kept her going, her injuries were so severe that she could have easily been left for dead. Perhaps that was exactly how she was left, but that did not explain how her injuries did not do her in before now.
How she kept her eyes open, how she kept breathing... just mysteries, but Zenzi forced herself to stop observing, and to do what she actually came here to do, soon carefully crafting the spells to mend the older guardian's wounds.
"Was this your clan? What happened to you? Who are you?" Since she was still concious, Zenzi figured she could ask her questions while she worked, but her prodding was met with only one word.
"Nylaathria."
Zenzi blinked. Had she been about to say Nyria? Well, perhaps. The guardian looked like she was nearly on death's door, she was probably trying communicate that yes, this was her clan. In fact, if she recalled, the matron's full name was, in fact, Nylaathria.
Somehow, the older female caught that her meaning was not understood. "My... name." She rasped.
Zenzi paused and eyed her. The matron was... well, green for one thing. This was not her, not at all. "What... happened to you?" Zenzi whispered, but the question was ignored. Not shocking, she decided. If Nyria had shared her name with someone, well, that would have been no small thing. That left only one answer- this poor guardian lost a lot, and could not recall her name, or anything past that. In such a circumstance, perhaps it was all too easily to take the name of the fallen matron.
But that made Zenzi stare at her all the more, until there eyes met, and Zenzi just... froze. There was something... enduring there. The fallen matron had been known for possessing a strong will, a warrior's spirit- she was supposedly hard to take down mentally. And there was something impossibly Nyria in those blue eyes. Impossible because... well, how could it be?
But it was all short lived. Perhaps what she had been through- no matter who she was- had taken its toll, or perhaps the comfort of a gentle touch finally calmed what remained of the guardian enough to keep her breathing. Her head began to loll... and then crash forward, unconscious while Zenzi continued her work.

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Josh stood as the others approached him. "I'm fine. I think. I can't even remember most of it." He eyed Angarm and smiled sadly. "I think I'm the only one left of my clan."

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June 14, 2016 21:34:13

Josh stood as the others approached him. "I'm fine. I think. I can't even remember most of it." He eyed Angarm and smiled sadly. "I think I'm the only one left of my clan."

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The female did not stir a second time. Though that was less surprising than the fact that she had been up and moving at all moments before. Not that Zenzi worried for her at all, the strange guardian seemed not at all the sort to survive whatever it was to put her in so poor a shape just to die when she got help.
Still, what did she live for? That was a question of great curiosity. Seemed to Zenzi she held on far too tight for a dragon that had so little life left in her eyes. But perhaps her mind was just muddled from pain and blood loss? That was an interesting though.
Perhaps her curiousity also stemmed from the fact that, as Zenzi brought a cloth over white scales, the wounds spoke of brutality. This unknown guardian was not an unfortunate casualty. Well, maybe it just meant she was brought low by someone who did not know how to fight, but that did not seem to be the case. No wound was fatal, but the combination of it? Either someone was entirely clumsy, or being very, very deliberate.
If it was deliberate- who was she, to be so important a target? Entirely odd. But she was not stirring, so no questions could be answered. And even after Zenzi finished up the long task of healing her and washing down her scales, the guardian's breathing still rasped, faint.
But was that a surprise?
It was obvious. Zenzi would need to hunt. And her return to her brother... delayed. Unfortunate, but there was no sense in exhausting herself to heal the female, just to leave her to still die of exhaustion or starvation.
But that sensation that this guardian had been someone's specific target did not leave. And just in case her speculation was correct, Zenzi began to scrounge around the former lair, grabbing branches and blankets and even fur, just to give the female some cover before her only source of protection- not that Zenzi was as good a fighter as she was a healer- left to hunt.

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June 14, 2016 23:21:17

The female did not stir a second time. Though that was less surprising than the fact that she had been up and moving at all moments before. Not that Zenzi worried for her at all, the strange guardian seemed not at all the sort to survive whatever it was to put her in so poor a shape just to die when she got help.
Still, what did she live for? That was a question of great curiosity. Seemed to Zenzi she held on far too tight for a dragon that had so little life left in her eyes. But perhaps her mind was just muddled from pain and blood loss? That was an interesting though.
Perhaps her curiousity also stemmed from the fact that, as Zenzi brought a cloth over white scales, the wounds spoke of brutality. This unknown guardian was not an unfortunate casualty. Well, maybe it just meant she was brought low by someone who did not know how to fight, but that did not seem to be the case. No wound was fatal, but the combination of it? Either someone was entirely clumsy, or being very, very deliberate.
If it was deliberate- who was she, to be so important a target? Entirely odd. But she was not stirring, so no questions could be answered. And even after Zenzi finished up the long task of healing her and washing down her scales, the guardian's breathing still rasped, faint.
But was that a surprise?
It was obvious. Zenzi would need to hunt. And her return to her brother... delayed. Unfortunate, but there was no sense in exhausting herself to heal the female, just to leave her to still die of exhaustion or starvation.
But that sensation that this guardian had been someone's specific target did not leave. And just in case her speculation was correct, Zenzi began to scrounge around the former lair, grabbing branches and blankets and even fur, just to give the female some cover before her only source of protection- not that Zenzi was as good a fighter as she was a healer- left to hunt.

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As the two chitchatted, Weiss stood still looking out over the massive twisting landscape that would eventually be swallowed up by the Wandering Contagion. This, at one point, had been his home, but no... He shook his head. It could never really be called that. He was born here, yes, but even then, this was not his home. His home was the Hewn City, and sadly, even that home, in a sense, was empty without Zenzi by his side. Though, it did leave the Guardian to wonder... why they had brought the battle this far out? Perhaps there wouldn't have been so much bloodshed if the Mark Clan had thought about this and done things deeper and nearer to the Wyrmwound. But, that was a thought for another time as Weiss barely had time to skitter back as a snarling ripped through the almost silenced air. A Mirror... draped from head to toe in what looked to be a blood stained wolf pelt nearly tore into him. Her growls resounded deep within her as she hunkered close to the body of some dragon he had almost touched. Weiss snorted at the female, turning his head back to stare at this other male Guardian and Angarm. "We have another... visitor." he announced, quickly removing himself away from this Mirror and the corpse she so desperately protected.

"Well, if you are sure..." Angarm began, before Weiss and the loud snarl broke out. It caused the Pearlcatcher to crane his neck to look over one shoulder, electric blue eyes squinting slightly at the new dragons. Huh... curious. She was hard to read, this one. More so, hard to find her soul. She was almost completely invisible to him, except for the faint glint of red that he expected would be where her eyes were. Weiss was incredibly easy to find. His soul was so bright that it was nearly blinding. This other Guardian, the one that stood directly before him, he was a bit off too, but much more easier to read than this poor Mirror was. But then, she moved, darted forth and under Angarm. The shimmering purple and ice colored male let out a surprised trumpet and quickly stepped jauntily back. "Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry." Angarm muttered out of habit. He took a few more steps back, trying to watch what was happening, only to find it frustrating that he couldn't exactly know the motive of this Mirror. Was she friend? Was she foe? He could not tell... but even though he could not read her exactly, he could smell the blood clinging to her scales. She seemed to be covered in the stuff and it caused his nose to wrinkle.

A cackle rose out of he maw of the wolf, red eyes staring intently up at Josh. "Oh, I know you." she hissed, doing a full, rushed circle around the Guardian's entire form before sniffing at him some more, "Oh yes. I know you. You may look different, but you are the one who caused all of this. This is your fault." Weiss, who really hadn't been paying attention, now turned his attention to these two new faces. One scaly brow arched as he listened and now, even Angarm seemed beyond perplexed. Things were, for lack of a better word, delayed even further. Great.

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June 15, 2016 05:04:50

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As the two chitchatted, Weiss stood still looking out over the massive twisting landscape that would eventually be swallowed up by the Wandering Contagion. This, at one point, had been his home, but no... He shook his head. It could never really be called that. He was born here, yes, but even then, this was not his home. His home was the Hewn City, and sadly, even that home, in a sense, was empty without Zenzi by his side. Though, it did leave the Guardian to wonder... why they had brought the battle this far out? Perhaps there wouldn't have been so much bloodshed if the Mark Clan had thought about this and done things deeper and nearer to the Wyrmwound. But, that was a thought for another time as Weiss barely had time to skitter back as a snarling ripped through the almost silenced air. A Mirror... draped from head to toe in what looked to be a blood stained wolf pelt nearly tore into him. Her growls resounded deep within her as she hunkered close to the body of some dragon he had almost touched. Weiss snorted at the female, turning his head back to stare at this other male Guardian and Angarm. "We have another... visitor." he announced, quickly removing himself away from this Mirror and the corpse she so desperately protected.

"Well, if you are sure..." Angarm began, before Weiss and the loud snarl broke out. It caused the Pearlcatcher to crane his neck to look over one shoulder, electric blue eyes squinting slightly at the new dragons. Huh... curious. She was hard to read, this one. More so, hard to find her soul. She was almost completely invisible to him, except for the faint glint of red that he expected would be where her eyes were. Weiss was incredibly easy to find. His soul was so bright that it was nearly blinding. This other Guardian, the one that stood directly before him, he was a bit off too, but much more easier to read than this poor Mirror was. But then, she moved, darted forth and under Angarm. The shimmering purple and ice colored male let out a surprised trumpet and quickly stepped jauntily back. "Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry." Angarm muttered out of habit. He took a few more steps back, trying to watch what was happening, only to find it frustrating that he couldn't exactly know the motive of this Mirror. Was she friend? Was she foe? He could not tell... but even though he could not read her exactly, he could smell the blood clinging to her scales. She seemed to be covered in the stuff and it caused his nose to wrinkle.

A cackle rose out of he maw of the wolf, red eyes staring intently up at Josh. "Oh, I know you." she hissed, doing a full, rushed circle around the Guardian's entire form before sniffing at him some more, "Oh yes. I know you. You may look different, but you are the one who caused all of this. This is your fault." Weiss, who really hadn't been paying attention, now turned his attention to these two new faces. One scaly brow arched as he listened and now, even Angarm seemed beyond perplexed. Things were, for lack of a better word, delayed even further. Great.

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Josh was taken aback. "My fault? How could all this be my fault? Who are you?" He frowned as he watched the smaller dragon circle him. "How do you know me?" Josh gave Angarm and then Weiss a glance.

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Josh was taken aback. "My fault? How could all this be my fault? Who are you?" He frowned as he watched the smaller dragon circle him. "How do you know me?" Josh gave Angarm and then Weiss a glance.

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The Mirror gave many sharp nods of her head as a sickly sweet smile pulled back the blood matted fur of the wolf pelt she wore. Her 'ears' perked and her tail gave a series of frantic twitches, before her shoulders rolled and she snapped her head in the direction of Angarm. The Pearlcatcher didn't seem taken aback by this sudden threatening advance towards him, but instead, cleared his throat. "Perhaps you have mistaken this one for another?" he asked innocently. He had thought nothing off it, but when the Mirror hissed and growled, he did take another step back.

"No, no. Not mistaken." the Mirror chuckled, shaking her head back and forth slowly, before snapping her attention back to Josh, "You played a game. A very dangerous game. One that caused all of this. If you hadn't been so selfish, if you just left her alone, everyone would still be alive." She then cackled, a laugh that was a mixture of so many sounds it was hard to just pick one to listen in on. It was downright disturbing. And then Josh had asked a simple question. What her name was. Who was she? The Mirror shuddered at this very question and shook her head. "I do not know. I have no name. Not one of importance. Not to you. Not to them. Not to anyone anymore." she mused, laughing slightly again as she twitched her head back in the direction of Weiss and Angarm. Her red eyes quickly locked onto the blood scaled Guardian as he had let out an audible sigh.

It was true. Weiss was becoming increasingly impatient. He wanted to go. He wanted to move. He had to find Zenzi. "This is a waste of time. This dragon is apparently mad. I say we ditch her and be on our way..." he said bluntly. He did not know this other Guardian, nor this Mirror, and he did not care to really delve into their past or what they had or had not done in this massacre. All he wanted right now was to find Zenzi and that was impossible just standing around here.

"Mad?" the Mirror asked herself, cocking her head to one side, than the other, "Mad, mad, mad, mad..." She just kept repeating the word beneath her breath, unaware of the odd looks she may be getting from the others.

However, it was not in Angarm to just leave like that. He felt he had to help both this Guardian and the Mirror. The Mirror, moreso... she defiantly was not in her right state of mind. Whatever she had seen or whatever may have happened to her from this battle had severely snapped her sense of reality. That was clear. Angarm opened his mouth to speak, but Weiss had beat him to the punch. "I have to find Zenzi before anyone else does." he stated, this time with a bit more reassurance in his voice. He desperately wanted to leave. Now.

"Zenzi? Zenzi." the Mirror repeated, before setting her eyes and locking them on Weiss, "Bright green thing? Sparkly, shiny, glittering thing? And stripes. Defiantly stripey."

Weiss's pale green eyes shifted into a curious glare. That did, kind of, sound like his sister. But how on earth did this Mirror know who she was? "Have you seen her?" he questioned, pressing this insane creature for answers now just may scramble her brain further, but he had to know exactly where she had gone. It would make finding his twin all the easier. And then, the Mirror gave several quick nods of her head and bounded from the spot she had been sitting at before the sandy colored, green winged Guardian.

"Yes, yes. Come. Follow. This way. This way!" the Mirror chimed in a sing-song voice as she broke away from the three and began to head northeast. Weiss' eyes found the horizon, but instead of mountains was the image of a vast tree of sorts. A heavy sigh escaped him... He found himself wishing Zenzi had went anywhere but there. He didn't dare enjoy trudging through the Shrieking Wilds... All that life and growth, only to be ruined by his very touch... but well, seemed that would be just the way things would have to be. He slowly trudged after the Mirror, not even thinking about Angarm or the other male.

"Perhaps you should come?" Angarm finally spoke, his question directed at Josh now, "You did say you think everyone you knew has passed away? Perhaps it would be best to get away from all this. If only for awhile." He gave the Guardian a gentle smile before turning to slowly follow after the retreating forms of the Mirror and his lair companion, Weiss.

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