Tailed and Winged Beast Chronicles

Salvatone roared as he saw crow being mistreated and leapt over the counter to face the man"Let Her Go. Or you'll have hell to pay." His muscles rippled as he growled attacking the hand the man held around Crow's throat. Tearing his hand apart from her, he heard a scream and said to the recovering Crow,"Go get your friend that was hiding. Hurry. Do whatever you have to."

Salvatone growled deeper as the door flew open to reveal the two ladies, his eyes glowing a pure white as he said through clenched teeth."Go help the person in the kitchen! I have this one!"

Salvatone growled a war cry as he dashed into the kitchen and ran out through the back door, up a tree and flew off into the night, looking for the missing person from the inn which he had wanted to stay and be at home in.

"Damn bounty hunters." His eyes glowed red as he looked down to find the fugitives.

((ooc: I'm not sure how to respond! Lol. Maybe AnEmperor should go one more time before me.))

(ooc: Sorry I haven't posted. Been finishing up some short stories for submission. I'll post tomorrow)

okay and thank you.

Andracht grinned at Sera's words. He nodded, almost half-bowed. "Crow here is the inn-keeper, a far cry from the merciless assassin she used to be. As my business is done here, she's all yours."

Andracht walked towards the two girls and sidestepped several times towards the exit. He was outnumbered and he had no idea where the other creature had gone. Doubting Salvatone could catch up to his comrades, Andracht resolved to head for the rendezvous point.

"If you'll excuse me," he said to Sera, inching his way by.

"Careful," Crow said. "If you walk out that door, you'll lose your head."
"You waiting on a friend of yours?" Andracht asked.
"She's already here. I can smell her."
"Ha," he laughed. "Even your sense of smell has become weak. What you're smelling is her face under my boot. We bested the dragon early this morning."

Crow's eyes widened.

Salvatone's eyes scanned the ground for any trace of the kidnappers, his face a mask of pure rage of the misdeed that had befallen his friend Crow. "They will pay for taking that...." he saw something walking funny in the forest as he passed it, it looked to be hurt. "Hm." he thought as he turned his wings to land behind the wounded person. She looked horrible, looked as though she was loosing a lot of blood down her shirt and streaming down her hip and pant leg. "Are you okay Miss?" he asked as he walked closer.

(I was thinking he found Crows friend and thats who hes talking to unless you want me to bring in another character... up to you.)

When Salvatone landed behind Shyvana, she turned and growled, a roar befitting of a dragon. But her sudden burst of rage died down quickly. She was exhausted, hurt, and angry. She wasn't in a real fight. No, it took more than swords to pierce her scales, especially in dragon form. Instead, she was baited to the edge of a cliff and pushed off. The mountain side bruised her well.

Shyvana held her left shoulder with her right hand. A large rock had scraped her arm and blood was running down her arm. She applied pressure to slow its progress. The cloth wrapped around her body was dirty and wet with water and blood. Twigs extruded from her red hair and down the long braid stroking her back.

She ignored Salvatone at first until her nose picked up a familiar scent lingering on his person. She stopped and growled at him. Shyvana wasn't one for many words. Although Crow strived to teach her manners, she always reverted to following her instincts first.

(ooc: Salvatone finding Shyvana is fine. That's a great way to introduce her. )

"Miss? Are you...." He narrowed his eyes at the female as she growled at him, to which he started his own low growl then stopped."Listen I don't want you to hurt you. I want to help you." He said as he tried to move closer slowly.

"Where is Crow?" Shyvana barked, her growl seeping into her tone of voice. She almost sounded demonic. "I swear, if a single strand of hair is missing from her head..." her voice faded as her vision blurred and her head became woozy. She was beginning to feel the effects of blood loss. She dropped to one knee.

"Can you tie a knot?" she asked, eyes slowly lifting from the ground. She looked at her arm that now hung limply at her side.

"Crow is fine, I'm staying at the inn where she is. Someone.....oh!" He rushed forward as if to catch her and stopped as she went to one knee. His face a mask of consern for Crow's friend."Yeah I can tie a knot, what do you need done?" He moved to her side to await further instruction from this woman that obviously knew Crow.

"Bandage my arm to stop the bleeding," Shyvana says. She can't tie a rag around her shoulder with one hand. She can barely lift her left arm but if she can stop the bleeding, blood will be able to circulate down to her fingers.

"Someone what?" she asks.

He took a cloth that he handed her and made a sling for her arm tyeing the knot behind her neck. "Someone came and took someone from the kitchen in which im working now. Crow is letting me stay if i cook for her. I was chasing them before i found you." He helped her to her feet. "If you will allow me to, I'll carry you back to the inn. I don't want to insult your dragon bloodline but you need to be properly tended to and I don't have the skills or equipment to help you."

Immediately, Shyvana felt the pressure lifting from her shoulder. The sling was perfect.

She listened to him as he explained the situation. It didn't surprise her that Crow was taking in strays again. Anyone in peril who came stumbling along was put to work in exchange for food, shower, and a night's stay.

It took Shyvana a moment to think about who someone and someone was. Aside from a real lack of education, she always left the investigative work to Crow. So she focused on the kitchen, cycling in her head the faces of the many patrons that worked there. And then she thought about the many that could've passed through since Shyvana's absence.

There was a time or two when clients were pursued within the Inn. It was just that kind of area. Crow usually fended them off for the sake of other guests. And these thoughts were exactly why Shyvana left the information gathering task to Crow. The dragon had already strayed from the original question.

"I am not so weak," she growled at Salvatone's offer. She leaped forward once to test her strength and then sprinted toward the Inn.

Grinning at the dragon and climbing a tree to gain height, he opened his wings and glided over her to watch that she got back to the inn safe. Even though she didnt ask or want him to help her anymore, he felt obligated to Crow to see her friend safely to the inn.

Andracht grinned at Sera's words. He nodded, almost half-bowed. "Crow here is the inn-keeper, a far cry from the merciless assassin she used to be. As my business is done here, she's all yours."

Andracht walked towards the two girls and sidestepped several times towards the exit. He was outnumbered and he had no idea where the other creature had gone. Doubting Salvatone could catch up to his comrades, Andracht resolved to head for the rendezvous point.

"If you'll excuse me," he said to Sera, inching his way by.

"Careful," Crow said. "If you walk out that door, you'll lose your head."
"You waiting on a friend of yours?" Andracht asked.
"She's already here. I can smell her."
"Ha," he laughed. "Even your sense of smell has become weak. What you're smelling is her face under my boot. We bested the dragon early this morning."

Crow's eyes widened.

Salvatone glided over the dragon as he saw the inn smiling as he came to a landing in front of the backdoor and waited for the female dragon. "Crow! You have a visitor!" he hollered as he came into the inn thru the kitchen.

Andracht disappeared through the main entrance when all the attention diverted away from him. He was grinning as he ran, opposite his comrades. They would meet up elsewhere.

"Ugh, I'm getting too old for this," Crow complained. She didn't think about pursuing. She was worried about Melanie and Shyvana. And when Salvatone returned with his news, she had one less person to worry about.

Shyvana stumbled in, bumping her head against the top of the kitchen doorway. She growled, a temper that quickly subsided in the presence of Crow.

"I'm fine," Crow said to Andromeda. "But I have to apologize. The Inn will be closed for a while."

Letting the ladies talk, Salvatone went back into the kitchen.

Crow turned to Shyvana. "You're hurt," she said, inspecting the arm. "What happened? These scratches," Crow poked at the wounds. Shyvana recoiled. "Obviously not a blade or claws."

"I slipped off the mountain side--"

"They baited you. And you went for it," Crow sighed. "Who tied this for you?"

Shyvana tilted her head toward the kitchen.

"Did you thank him?" Crow asked. The dragon shook her head. "Then you know what you have to do. Afterward, it's on to business. The war between tailed and winged beasts is about to begin."

Shyvana walked into the kitchen. She looked at her arm, nicely snuggled in a sleeve.