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The Lost (Open); Turms is here!
Topic Started: Nov 26 2010, 09:54 PM (350 Views)
Toxique
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"Hey! I said not to chew on my bed!"

Slowly lifting his head, the black dragon blinked impishly at the figure that soon came into the door, orange eyes intelligent and bright, mischievous with the intent to just be playfully difficult. Likewise the humans eyes were a greyish tone, hidden behind spectacles that were large and thin. Though now a disgruntled look took over the slim boyish face as the teen huffed again.

"I gotta start finding new ways to tell people that my dragon is teething and is eating my bed posts!" Ian cried as he huffed, flailing his arms and sending the little chaos skittering beneath the bed with a twittering trill of excitement before he popped back up -through- said bed...With a mouthful of down in it. "Guugh! STOPPIT DISCORD!" The teen cried exasperatedly before flicking his pillow right at the chaos's face.

But the dragon was swift, and with a warbling cackle the black dragonet was off, trilling excitedly and rebounding off one of the far walls, giggling excitedly. "Can't catch me, Iaaan!" The black muzzle soon crowed, flicking his wings as he fluttered from wall to wall. That was until a sharp snap of two deft hands caught the dog sized hatchling and dragged him back down, snapping the wings shut between two wry arms and a smirking grin.

"HA! Now what ya gonna do, Dis?" The teen smirked ash e wrestled the struggling hatchling, whom soon gave out the pout and contented himself to pouting at him. "Not fair, you're stronger!" Came the cry before he leaned into him with a grin, "well you'll just have to get me back then!" Came the soft reply, the teen leaning up into him and shifting in happ-


Thoughts...A dream?

Turmoil snapped his eyes open, worry crossing his eyes as they cleared. It had been years sense clarity had shown in his vision, years sense he had even dreamed, what was normally just a splatter of chaotic colors and jumbled voices. For a moment he was able to understand, to realize, to reason before the sluggish haze crept back in.

Ian.

Ian was talking to him. The dream was so clear, he knew what it meant, no, wait, no he didn't. It had to mean something didn't it? It was a sign, his Ian wanted him to do something? But what? What did he want to do? After a moment his mind slowly came up with a conclusion as the mindless thoughts started to creep back in and take over. Ian wanted him to go back, that's what his dream had said, Ian said to come and get him back. Yes. Ian wanted him to go back! Go back to the good bright things with their soft ways and biting jaws. Yes, he had to go back.

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The dream had been weeks ago, three to be exact, though in his mind it felt like both a lifetime and but a mere second. The days bled together as his feet moved, one foot in front of the other; then slowly his wings shifted. The closer he came to where he knew he had to go, the better the land became, and the more he stuck out. The grass soon turned from despondent and grey to full of life, green and soft. Unusual between his toes and forcing an hour long break for him to simply wak in circles, refreshing his memory as his shaking head inspected the unusual blades. Was this like he remembered? He couldn't be sure, but it had felt...it felt...Right. Yes. It was right. He was going the good way.

This was what Ian would have wanted.

The air was clear too, flying became easier in the warm, moist air. Compared to the dry thin smog he was used to flying in, this was so simple to just coast for hours on a single flap. The air was filled with huge clouds too, fluffy things that left droplets of water coasting down his thorns and spikes, enough for him to even drink with, not needing to stop like he normally would. Instead he could fly for hours, and that he did, he flew for days and weeks and seconds and moments, he wasn't sure which ones exactly, but he flew.

And soon he was there, the darkness held him safe, he knew what the whiteshines would do to him if they found him. But he had to keep going, the darkness covered him to slip in past cities, buildings and memories that flooded below him. Spots he remembered, inklings of tendrils that looked right? Smelled maybe? Something. But it was right, right right right! He was there, and as dawn slowly started to break he slowly came down some from his altitude.

He tried to gently land, though instead it was more like a crash, digging up the the side of a huge refugee tent and sending screaming humans scattering. Slowly his head lifted, worry taking him over as he groaned shaking his horned head, whining softly as the people ran. No no..this was bad. They weren't supposed to run, no, no nononono!

So he took a few step backs, rolling his eyes in his head as his mind took the only rout it knew it could take. "Ian?! Where...Where?!"
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Kialish
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Night patrol. It wasn't Kialish and Tempyst's favorite job, but neither of them were tired. By now, they were used to switching between night and day patrolling, so the late nights fatigue barely touched them. Tempysts eyes were far better suited in the dark than Kialish's but she allowed the wind to keep her awake. Tonight it was particularly dark, most of the moons thin crescents, the largest being hardly half full and waning. It was nights like these Kialish felt more open to attack, more paranoid, so she had to stay awake and aware. If anything were to happen, her archery may be a useful, despite the darkness that was acting as a thick blanket.

Although very awake and very aware, it was Temypst who first spotted trouble as a very faint blue light announced the beginning of the dawn. Her eyes rolled over the darkness, spying something large and black gliding through the night. Kialish felt the dragon tense as she began to pump her wings to follow whatever it was. Kialish narrowed her eyes. It could easily be another Sekkian on patrol, but on the off chance a Tainted had slipped through the carefully protected borders, they had to follow. Just in case, Tempyst followed from a safe distance, bright eyes glimmering in the night. Her nostrils flared as she smelled the wretched scent on the wind. Tainted, she mused, scaled lips pulling up over her teeth. Kialish shuffled int he saddle and pulled out her bow and strung an arrow, noticing in her peripheral that the sun was rising. Rays of light began to expose the tainted creature, and there was no denying. They followed as he descended, ready to attack full force.

"How did it slip past the borders?!" Kialish called to her dragon, who shrugged.

Landing behind him, Tempyst was more cautious with the tents, standing awkwardly on her hide legs and letting loose a loud roar. Her frills stood on end and a serpentine hiss followed her roar. People fleed the tent the tainted choas dug up as well as the rest of the area, sensing a battle. Tempyst hesitated, only for a moment. She could see something, feel in on the air, his anxiety and fear. He was lost, scared. Kialish smacked Tempysts scales, brining her out of her trance, but she still didn't attack.

"Temp! What are you waiting for?" Kialish called, aiming her bow to find some opening in the beasts craggy scaling. His hide was thick and the only weakness looked to be his eyes...

"I... I don't think he wants to hurt anyone..." She replied, ice blue eyes not moving from the mutilated tainted.

"What do you mean?!" Kialish yelled. "Hes tainted! Of course he wants to hurt us!" She fired an arrow, but Tempyst grabbed the arrow in her mouth, taking her eyes off him for only a moment. Kialish stared at her dragon in disbelief. Was she trying to get them both killed?!

"You, tainted," Tempyst spoke, raising her 20 feet of neck, maintaining a threatening display. "Why are you here? Do you come to seek your death?"

Kialish looked to the skies as Tempyst spoke, hoping someone else would be alerted by the rukus. If things didn't go well, she couldn't see Tempyst successfully handling a tainted Chaos. Especially one as old as this...
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She had actually bought a horse- a deaf flaxen chestnut gelding from the stables. It was the only sturdy looking one she could afford, so she took it and dubbed him Ruen, endure in her people's tongue. He was getting old and his hearing impairment had him retired to the stables despite his good baroque shape for a war mount. What drove her to get a horse when she had Vlitzcrig? Just a search for a certain someone whom she knew was worth saving. The heavily wounded Taint could have killed her, but he didn't and she could only see a lost innocence and pain in his Taint tarnished eyes. She bid him stay and for a few days, she returned to bring what meagre food she could carry and medication. There was hope, despite how badly ruined his body already was. As long as a precious friend agreed to try... there is hope. And she had faith.

After being bullied by a Talon's devious sister into joining a Wing, their patrol schedule allowed her a few hours in alternate days a week to ride out, without Vlitzcrig in search of Turmoil. He had disappeared one day and given his wounded state, she could only wish he didn't wander far. The Lightning dragoness would have killed him on sight. So while Vlitzcrig had to leave for patrol and scouting duty, Esoriel had to remain to help Kubi adjust to Lambent's inner workings. She made it a point to set aside time to ride out whenever she could, fully accepting how risky it was without her dragon. There was no other way.

Her search was fruitless so far... for a couple of weeks now. There was no sign of the Taint at Vien's borders. Somewhere inside, she couldn't resist the sinking feeling in her gut. A part of her guessed, with strong certainty that he had gone back to the Taint blackened ways. Now riding towards Lihn for supplies, she could only sigh and tip her face to the sky, silently praying for some sort of miracle and for the Taint's safety.

A dark shadow glided over her. Ruen shifted, snorting as if he could feel the silhouette's unnerving caress.

-And Esoriel had not expected her prayers to be answered so soon. She could have sworn it was the same Taint. Jolting back upright on her saddle, she demanded an instant gallop out of the gelding. The horse tottered onto a trot and lurched forward upon the hard nudge on his sides. Fierce breaths misted from his flared nostrils and steel shod hooves thundered towards the source of shuddering crash over the ground. The appearance of another dragon, Sekkaian injected panic straight to her heart. Gloved hands on Ruen's reins turned cold and she could feel warmth slipping away to find a better place to hide for what was to come. Additional tapping of her heels at the horse's flanks did encourage the gelding to run faster, but he only shook his neck to rattle disapproval through his reins. Couldn't she tell he was racing as fast as he damn well could?

A Water rider. And it was indeed Turmoil. Ruen slowed, as calmly as an intimidated animal could near the two monstrous dragons under the pressure of reins over bit. His feet shifted sideways, uncertain, eyes rolling and ears flat against his skull. But Esoriel had no time to calm him now. Hurriedly, reins wound in her gloved hand, she approached the dragons and quickly slotted herself between them, mossy green eyes pleading in the dark. “No! He's-” He was taint! What the hell else was he if he wasn't?Taint's tongue she need to come up with something fast. Turmoil was lucky. Lucky that the dragon hadn't attacked him yet. “I'm a scholar. You can't hurt him. I need him to find the cure,” she managed to blurt out something sensible.

She spun quickly then to face Turmoil, knowing how easy it was to send the Taint into a rage or frighten him away. He needed assurance. Even if it was a lie, Esoriel was ready to give it, as she had many times before. Funny thing was, she didn't even know this Taint's name. His psychological fragility and shaky memory discouraged her to ask. “Ian is not here yet,” she told him slowly, taking time and effort to pronounce every word despite the strong desire to hurry. “Do you remember me? Ian wants me to help you.” She took a few steps closer, ignoring the jerk on her hand from her horse. As if to help him recall, she lifted her free hand and reached, elaborately slow, for the tip of his snout.
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Toxique
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Whipping his head back and fourth, Turmoil watched in distress when the humans ran screaming from him. He hadn't meant to hurt them! No no no, not good, bad. Very bad! He knew with their screaming something would come, the bad was coming, he could feel it, he could smell it. The scent of water, ocean and rain, it hit his nose like a wave as his head twisted back again.

The chaos jolted when the roar finally gave him the true knowledge as what was coming. A wash of blue ran into his vision as he twisted his body around, curling his tail close to his body as the water stood and faced him. The dragon did not outright attack, slightly comforting, but instead the human screeched on it's back, making him groan and shake his head. No. Not bad! He wasn't bad.

"Turrmoil....didn't mean..." He gurgled, with it came a fresh flood of the black goo that dripped from his jaws, throat retching to expel the gunk that clogged his throat, only realizing after he had lifted his head once the tar had been washed away that the water was holding an arrow. Tiny pick pains didn't hurt. No. But it was an attack. One time he remembered they had hurt, tiny pricks making big pain beneath his scales.

"Why are you here? Do you come to seek your death?" He heard, causing his head to shake and the remaining flecks of tar to fling away as he awkwardly side shuffled, needing to move but having no where to go to, simply just shifting back and fourth with a groan. "No death. No dead. No dead!" Once again his words just seemed to fall without any true meaning to them, but there was something more there. A desperation. He didn't want to die.

“No! He's-” With a cry, a speck shoved between them, he twisted his head to peer at the thing. A new smell with this one, forest horse spark smell. He knew what it was, didn't he? Wasn't it the soft small one? With the helping and nice soft moss by the waterfall...Yes. That was the one. He focused on her, staring at her alone and forgetting about Tempyst as his head twisted down, snorting quietly as he inhaled her scent, the gurgle resounding deep in his throat displaying the threat of even more retched tar just barely being held back.

This time though as her hand shifted out, he only recoiled slightly, eyes widening as he rose up, then paused at her words. “Ian is not here yet. Do you remember me? Ian wants me to help you.” His head slowly started to lower at that, focusing on the palm before pressing the thorny tip of his nose into her hand, cowering on the ground like a kicked dog with all his limbs tucked in close to his body.

"Told Turmoil...Told to come..." He rambled again, head settling on the ground. He could be safe with her, he was safe last time. It didn't hit him that he was vulnerable simply just laying there, no instead he pressed more insistently into Esoriel's hand, wanting to know. "Told Turmoil...to stay here..."
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Kialish had a firm jaw, stopping herself from grinding her teeth in frustration. Why wasn't Tempyst attacking?! She watched as the beast retched some strange tar like fluid, Tempyst pulling back as to avoid the fluid. Kialish wrinkled her nose in disgust. What a vile thing... But Tempyst had other thoughts... He was not spitting up the tar as an attack, he was sick. She tried to keep a firm gaze, just in case this was a trick, in case he was just pretending to be sick and lost, but she felt bad for him as he groaned back a reply to her question. Kialish whipped her head around as she heard a horse approaching.

A horse? she thought. Why would a horse be heading in this direction...? It was Esoriel, but Vlitzkgrieg wasn't with her. The odds were still not in her favor if the chaos did choose to attack. Tempyst kept a wary eye on the chaos, glancing at Esoriel as she approached. Kialish tightened her lips as Esoriel began to speak, eyes daring her to finish her sentence. No he's- what? He was tainted, he was dangerous, what was he not. Kialish sighed in frustration, rubbing her temples as the woman spat out something coherent.

"Scholar or not! How do you expect to take him in?" She demanded. She watched as the woman spoke to the beast. Who was Ian?! she almost yelled, but her temper was flaring again. She had to calm down and wait it out. It seemed Tempyst wasn't going to attack, and the beast showed response when the name was mentioned. She almost hopped off of Tempyst and put herself between the Chaos and Esoriel when she put up a hand to the dragons snout, but he rubbed his snout into her palm, acting like a little canine as he mumbled to her. She stared at Esoriel as the tainted told her he had been told to come here and stay here. It still sounded pretty suspicious to her, but she waited it out.

"Who is Ian?" Tempyst asked gently to Esoriel. Creeping a little closer.

"And more important, Esoriel, how do you know him?" Kialish asked, referring to the tainted chaos.
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Turmoil. His name was Turmoil. Desperation spiked high, nearly dumping her in a state of panic when the Taint shied away from her peace offering, but then he returned and his starving need for comfort shook the steady foundations of her strength. Ian told him to come. She had long understood that a buried desire to return to what he once was, and to have what he once had, warped this Taint's subconscious into something close to instinct's nameless beckoning. He was much safer within the Taint territory, however. She wanted to welcome him, help him but he was too far. Now he had come and it was a chance... no matter how slim to reverse his curse.

"Scholar or not! How do you expect to take him in?" She demanded.

She flinched, tossed off her usual dignified stand from the rush of fear and worry for the Taint. The younger woman was right. There lies a problem with shelter. Where could she keep Turmoil? Was there any place the Sekkaians wouldn't swarm the wounded Taint and take every given chance to kill him? Was she labelled a traitor now? The image of Asara's directing her snaring gaze and spearing her to the spot sent a shiver down her spine. There was just something off about that woman. For the favour she asked of the Talon's sister, Asara didn't appear enraged. Somehow, Esoriel knew she wouldn't be but why she didn't know and the very reason was what chilled her. Could there be a punishing suffering awaiting her around the corner? Could she ask for another favour again? “I- I don't know,” Esoriel turned just a fraction. Her hand remained on Turmoil. Ruen's insistent tugging on her other hand made her release him. Never mind the horse. He was intelligent enough not to stray too far. Instead, feeling the pressure from Turmoil's nudges, she soothed him with both her gloved hands, stroking his snout and murmuring assurances. The horse trotted away, and frisked near a tent, pacing and later calming, dutifully waiting for his rider.

”Who is Ian?”

For a moment, she considered. “Someone important to him,” she replied, a little pained. She spared the Water a brief grateful glance before returning her attention to the Taint. Perhaps his rider. What other human could have such a powerful hold over a lost beast? “I met him... at the borders Vien.” She had nothing to hide. Perhaps it was a childish, naïve hope to think that there still remains a pure, unmarred soul within a Taint. Esoriel knew that she had probably lost her mind acting on such illogical impulses. She didn't care any more. All the reasoning she tried to come up with always end up in a tangle.

“It's all right, Turmoil. I'll take you somewhere safe.” She stroked the rough scales on his snout. She'd think of something. Find a safe place for him to stay. Perhaps a distance from Lihn, near the jungle for now. Maybe that's a little too hopeful. Somewhere near the borders may be much safer. Niyushi. Far enough, but close enough for her to help him. She turned, cautiously to face Kialish and Tempyst. “I'll take him somewhere.... You will report this, won't you?” She bit her lip. “Is there a chance you can keep this between us?”
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Getting the pair of them to Lihn had been a hassle and a half by standards of convenience. Normally Iridae would hire a messenger or one of the smaller Forests not in particularly active wing duty to go into the capitol and collect the necessary herbs and equipments that she could not normally find around the Academy's grounds or when the engineers invented a new model of an instrument. However, at Hao's periodic, predetermined times of slipping hints as to what he wanted, Iridae had found herself increasingly hard-pressed to ignore him. Something about his reverse physiology didn't sit well in his stomach and it irritated the hell out of her. Finally, she had relented to take the night off and had placed another of her budding apprentices to take her rounds of the sick and injured patients.

That being said, it had not been a fun trek to the capitol. Flight was impossible given her size; that left horse-driven carts. She flew overhead to keep her smell from the city's steeds in indignant solitude, periodically glancing down to make sure that the drivers weren't doing anything frisky to her chosen. Once there, Hao's strange wheeled contraption drew bizarre stares that earned their owners a seething glare from the Rosemary within the streets of Lihn. The commoners never had the decency whenever they rarely made an appearance in Sekkai's grandest city to keep their prying eyes to their own business. She didn't want to be there at all, no, not in the slightest; yet seeing the warm, pleasant expression upon the doctor's placid face sort of evened out the exchanged in frustration.

"Tell me why we're here, again, dearest?" Violet nostrils flared in irritation as they navigated the slums of the outer ring of refugees. Her amber eyes flicked up and down the rows upon rows of tents and makeshift shacks that housed the survivors of war. She supposed she should feel a good deal more sympathetic than she did for those that were forced to live here, but only the flicker of the emotion irritated the lining of her stomach. "This isn't what I would call the herbal shoppe, although I'm fairly sure there are...a mecca of species of fungi and protistans scampering about underneath the feet of these wretches."

Hao, dressed in rather normal clothing of khaki breeches and a black tunic, was too busy looking around to twist his upper body around to stare into her eyes while she pushed his chair onward. His expression was drastically different from that in the city; the happiness had faded with the sunlight, now reflecting the dim moonlight and the pitiful emotions of those that surrounded them with pleading eyes and cold stares. "I came from a similar place, Iridae," he stated tiredly, painfully, as he knotted the fabric of his pants. His mouth turned downward in something akin to frustration, however rare that was upon his mug. "The dragon riders plucked me from a slum. It only seems fitting that we return to one and do our part, my love." After watching a man hobble on a broken leg toward a fire pit, Hao cringed, his stomach churning. "I do wish we brought out supplies with us."

Iridae frowned, following the path of his thoughts without having to make guesswork. "It would have taken a battalion of carriages to carry all of our things here to truly made progress, not to mention how many days it would take to see to so many by ourselves." She huffed, her heated breath visible in the cold moonlit air. Odorous tar fumes seared her sensitive nose, but she paid it no mind. The dragoness shivered slightly and shook herself, her feathers ruffling up to combat the rising cold. "Maybe in the future we can make something of this...Aren't you cold, my dear?"

"No, I'm quite alrig---," he began, dismissing the feeling in his limbs, but stopped upon passing by a tent to see what lay beyond. Hao raised an arm, touching her's frantically, to get her to see. "What the hell is that? Is that a dragon?"

Iridae craned her neck to see where he was pointing and nearly shrieked an alarm in surprise. The hulking form of a massive spiked beast rose from behind the wall of canvas, his body so dark and dull in the night that she hadn't even seen him. At once, the tar she had smelled not long ago clicked in her brain as a draft of air blew downwind from the dragon. "Indeed it is," she muttered quietly. Curious, she wheeled them slightly closer and almost snarled at the new smell. She hadn't had a whiff of it firsthand, or at least of a live one, in years. "He's a tainted, to boot," the violet Rosemary hissed beneath her breath.

Hao, hardly registering her thoughts, took control of his chair and began to weave forward toward them. A massive Water stood on his other side, but she he recognized. Tempyst looked edgy, as did her rider, but that hardly stopped the doctor from getting close enough to him that he could have been taken out by that dastardly looking tail. Upon closer examination, he saw the peculiar horns that marked him for what he was. However, there was something oddly strange about him, even for a tainted. The body posture, favoring of limbs, dejected voice, all indicated pain. He motioned for Iridae to follow him. She did, reluctantly, if only to try to retrieve him.

Iridae felt that everything was at wrong. That smell was all wrong. The innate sirens were blaring at her to get him, turn tail, and book it in the opposite direction. Her mind flew back to that horrible day when she and Hao had been attacked, resulting in his paralysis. She wanted nothing more to leave this place and to never return; the promise of healing these people fled from her mind. Her eyes were wide with panic. "H-hao, no, don't...come back, please...," she hissed quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the Chaos. "Get back here!

Her gaze flickered to the familiar woman at the beast's head in shock when he did not answer her, only drawing closer. She listened to her words, twitching slightly in anxiety, before the rushing emotion turned to anger. "You're going to try to shelter this thing?!" Iridae barked lowly at the researcher. She shot a panicked, flustered order at the blue dragoness despite her diminutive size. "You, Wate---uh...Tempyst, grab her before she gets herself eaten!"

"Hush, now, Iridae," her chosen whispered. Hao slowly rolled over to the older woman, glancing back at his dragon once more. "Be quiet, please. Esoriel, would you like some help? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with tainted medicine, but I can lend you my assistance in helping this fellow where I can if he allows it. He doesn't look to be in the best of conditions..."

WHAT! the Rosemary dragoness screeched inwardly. She couldn't move a step forward, her limbs locking in utter bewilderment. This was a tainted! Why would he even try to do something to help!

Hao lowered his voice to a soft, crooning whisper and leaned toward the ailing Chaos from his chair. He hoped he didn't seem to be so much of a threat in his chair, but he didn't think that a tainted would care too much for a small, invalid human in the first place. "Your name is Turmoil?" The name didn't ring much of a bell. Poor thing, he muttered painfully in his mind. "I don't know who your Ian is, but if you would like, maybe I can help to make you more comfortable. If he was dear to you, I think Ian would have wanted that."
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Toxique
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"Who is Ian?"

"“Someone important to him,”

Listening to the fleeting conversation around him, the chaos could only catch snippits and various words, slowly processing them through his muddled mind and turning his head minutely back and fourth. But even with that, he never let Esoriel's touch leave him, flinching closer to her every time the water and water human spoke. They were saying bad things, they didn't want him here, they were going to try and hurt him, weren't they?!

That thought alone brought the chaos's head back up, out of the comforting touch and swinging to peer intently at the long serpentine creature. But after a few long seconds his head dropped back down, horns hitting the ground and sending a spray of dirt up as they sunk into the soft earth, though it seemed as if he didn't even notice that. Instead he put his head back against her hand, a dull, almost sad look appearing next to him. Ian didn't want him there, then?

"Turr...moil....good...Be good." He tried to plea, gasping and snorting quietly as his mouth opened and closed, trying to reassure both of them with his broken vocabulary. For a moment the chaos let his eyes close, resting as the exhaustion from his perelous flight started to sink deep into his muscles. But something new made them crack open again, slick with infection and sores, it took him a moment to register the new human that was coming up to him. But it wasn't walking, not walking and rolling, what was it?

In distrust, the chaos pulled his head back slightly, focusing on the man in the chair before leaning forward just enough to let his large nostrils suck in his scent. Sharp, clean smell...he knew these, they made broken dragons not broken, the taint didn't have many of those.

"Your name is Turmoil? "I don't know who your Ian is, but if you would like, maybe I can help to make you more comfortable. If he was dear to you, I think Ian would have wanted that."

Slowly he nodded at the first question, not trusting this new one, but he wasn't drawing forward to try and hurt him yet, that was good. Good thing, no hurt, Turmoil wasn't hurting anyone, no one would hurt him, right? But there in settled another question, something that made him pause and think for a long moment before his mouth cracked open again. "...Com...fort..?" He groaned, settling his head back on the ground with a huge sigh, the rest of his body following heavily, limbs going slack on the ground. "Ian wants...com...fort?" Again he attempted to know the unfamiliar word, but if Ian wanted it..."Turmoil...will..."
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Kialish was still unhappy with the situation. She felt absolutely exposed and uncomfortable around the chaos, but Tempyst and Esoriel seemed to have a strang trust of him. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned and looked at them, afraid he would attack, but he didn't. So Esoriel knew him, knew that who ever Ian was, he was important... The name seemed to calm him and also appreared to be used to control him in some ways.

"Turr...moil....good...Be good." the piteous creature told them. Tempysts expression softened as she crept a little closer. Kialish stared at Esoriel in disbelief as the woman asked if they could keep this a secret. She shook her head, torn between duty and the state of this pitiful creature. If he did in fact prove to be a tainted agent, secretly working against Sekkai, then he could do a lot of harm... but if he truly needed and wanted to be healed, a Karma may help be able to help him. Although his body looked well beyond repair, and the tar he was spitting up looked absolutely repulsive and inhealthy. He might not even live through an untainting.

Soon enough, someone else was drawn to the scene, Iridae and her Hao, healers. Tempyst stared at Iridae as she was ordered to grab Esoriel. She did almost reach out for Hao, seeing how anxious ridden Iridae was, but she waited to see what would happen. She was still firm in her thoughts about Turmoil not wanting to attack. As he showed no interest in attacking, Kialish closed her eyes. Where could he be brought? She wanted him far from the academy for safetys sake, but close enough a Karma could be brought to him. Walking him right up to the Academy would be suicide, but now that he brought so much attention to himself, it would be hard to keep him a secret...

"Okay, look," Kialish said, opening her eyes. "I guess we can help him, but we need a place to put him and we need to keep him a secret. Which will be hard considering." She said, spreading an arm on the scene. "I think the jungle would be a good place, and maybe we can get a Karma to him..."
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It seemed more and more people were gathering in a loose, cautious circle around them. Despite the fear she knew they felt, Esoriel dreaded that they would somehow find reckless courage and attempt to drive Turmoil off. Or worst yet, try to kill him if Tempyst decided to attack. Hao's appearance did nothing to ease her, no matter how gentle and assuring he was with his words. Could this remain a secret, now that there were so many witnesses? Impossible... not any more. But then she couldn't give up now... Hao offered help, didn't he? She knew Turmoil would need all the aid he could get. Hao could be trusted....

But not Iridae. Esoriel cast a wary glance at the Rosemary, fighting the urge to tell her that the Taint was once a Sekkaian. Someone dear had missed the chance to be relieved of the Tainted curse. Why shouldn't she offer it to another? It was a mistake in the past, she couldn't possibly let history repeat itself. “Yes, doctor... please,” she murmured, grateful, relief marred only by dots of anxiety. For a fleeting moment, she cast her gaze about them, scanning the area to assess the damage. Turmoil's clumsy landing didn't harm anyone, it seemed.

"Turr...moil....good...Be good."

It took a good while for her to realise what her foot stepped on the muck that Turmoil had expelled earlier, but it was the least of her concerns right now. The putrid breath from his maws hardly bothered her either, nor the haphazard bioplasmic brushes of energy emitted from his form. His desperate attempt to reassure the others that he meant no harm was a great boost to her confidence in the creature. She resisted retreat when relaxed onto the earth, sending tremors through the earth beneath her feet. No, he couldn't rest here.

"Okay, look," Kialish said, opening her eyes. "I guess we can help him, but we need a place to put him and we need to keep him a secret. Which will be hard considering." She said, spreading an arm on the scene. "I think the jungle would be a good place, and maybe we can get a Karma to him..."

She spun to stare at the somewhat capricious rider, a little stunned by how quick she relented. Kialish appeared unwilling still, doubtlessly, but it seemed she found the reason to offer help. Esoriel knew she had to take it now, for Turmoil. She nodded at Kialish's suggestion and her voice dropped, quiet so only their small number could hear. “Perhaps... if we can fool the witnesses to think that we are capturing him, we could take him somewhere safe.”

Returning her gaze on Turmoil, she beseeched with a soothing voice, “Can you rise, Turmoil? Walk with us?”
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"Turr...moil....good...Be good."

The crippled man winced inwardly at the chaos' pained plea. His wary reaction ushered a soft croon from his throat in an attempt to comfort the ailing tainted. Hao almost made to reach forward to try to touch the gnarled snout and oozing chin with careful hands before Turmoil dropped heavily to the ground. His chair rocked slightly with the force of the enormous dragon's tormented recline. It seemed that everything that he did hurt the poor dear.

Iridae fumed quietly where she stood, not daring to move another inch toward the tainted wretch that marred her vision. She shuffled her wings uncomfortably in agitation, her pupils dilating to their fullest. "Get back here," she hissed lowly toward her chosen. It was more a panicked response than anything. Her mind refused to soak in what she had heard, what Hao had said about aiding this Turmoil character. It was all too wrong, far too dangerous. What if the dragon hurt him? She wasn't willingly going to allow that to happen again. Iridae's mouth opened to bark at him to get away.

Hao, either by sensing her nervousness or just knowing her well enough, was prepared. he brushed her anger aside with a flip of his hand in her general direction. "Enough, dearest," the doctor sighed disinterestedly. "Your energy is better put to use in aiding those who need it, not in arguing, yes? It's our duty as healers to help, regardless of faction."

The violet Rosemary almost snarled at the way her chosen uttered that last word, almost as if the blasted idea meant nothing to him as a Sekkian. A faint hiss escaped her tightened throat. She said nothing. Her eyes roved quickly over toward Tempyst and her rider.

"Okay, look," Kialish said, opening her eyes. "I guess we can help him, but we need a place to put him and we need to keep him a secret. Which will be hard considering." She said, spreading an arm on the scene. "I think the jungle would be a good place, and maybe we can get a Karma to him..."

The same time Iridae's jaws parted to gape in yet more aghast shock, Hao's expression brightened further to something akin to a relieved grin. Is there absolutely no one who doesn't want to be rid of thi --" she began nearly livid. The feathers of her crest rose to match her mood.

"Esoriel, I bought a few packages of medical cloth while in the city," he offered, exposing the basket's contents on his lap. "It's not much...but I could start on a few of these open sores with Iridae's help once he's moved..." Hao glanced over at his bonded with a hard look in his eyes. "My dear, you know you will not leave me and I am not leaving him until he has been seen to, so why not pitch in if you are going along for the ride?"

“Perhaps... if we can fool the witnesses to think that we are capturing him, we could take him somewhere safe.”

That, at least, she could do to some extent. Iridae snorted, shuffling her wings. "Come on, dearie," she said, padding slowly closer toward Turmoil. She smirked somewhat to hide the bubbling nervousness rising within her stomach at being in such close proximity to a tainted of this size, despite what he had sworn earlier. "If you don't mind, get up. The faster we can get you to safety, the quicker I can leave with my rider in tow." The irate Rosemary flashed a look at Esoriel. "Just what did you have in mind for such a feat?"
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He didn't quite understand what was going on, there was a lot of talking going on, but words so fast, tempers so bad. It was all so very hard to understand. So instead Turmoil just rested his head on the ground, all the while making sure that his nose was pressed into Esoriel's soft hands. After a few moments his eyes slowly started to close, half shut and unfocused, betraying his intent to keep his true exhaustion away from their eyes. He may have had no intent to hurt anyone else, but that didn't mean that they were not going to hurt him.

However, that fact soon was forgotten as his normal mind took over once again, sending any ideas down into a dark world where even he didn't pry. Instead he focused on the words being spoken around him, trying hard to understand them as they flowed, rising and falling like waves. At some point he didn't care, but at another point he had every care, shifting his head as he heard all of them. One wanted him to stay, one spoke of hiding, another wanted him to leave; all of them conflicting and confusing. Soon his head rose because of it, shifting and shaking, unsure which one to listen to and glancing at all three with his unfocused, blearly eyes.

But after a moment of inspecting all of them his head dropped back down, blinking slowly as he focused on Hao, then reeled away from the rosemary. It must have been odd, to see a sixty foot dragon such as himself reeling away from a tiny rosemary, nevermind half trying to hide beneath the protective shield of Esoriel. And yet again his mouth gaped, though this time he was completely unable to find words, instead just floundered before he heard the woman's orders.

And slowly he shifted himself up, placing his legs beneath him and slowly shifting himself up to stand on his shaking limbs. It took him a good strong effort, but soon enough he was up on his feet, looking pleadingly at all of the dragons around him before groaning and dropping his head back down next to Esoriel. his posture exuded nothing but sheer defeat, but that didn't stop him from shifting a few heavy paces forward. See...He could walk, he could move.

"Turmoil....go...go where?" He rumbled as he continued to shift blindly forward, waiting for someone to guide him away. Ian had gone quiet, hadn't said anything in a long time. "Find...Ian?"
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