Hold it Together (Open)

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It was perpetually dark here, but then Haloween didn't work during the day. The things that went bump in the night preferred the cover of darkness for their work. Their sins laid bare for the world to see, hidden behind childhood fairy tales and stories of grandeur where little kids jump about desperate for candy. The adults did it for fun, and for the prizes It brought.  Vincent never saw the appeal.  There had been one too many ghoul jokes headed in his direction for him not to be just slightly self conscious about himself and how people saw him. There were several vampire jibes too, especially from Yuffie and Reno of the Turks (and other whisperers who thought he couldn't hear them). For the most part he ignored them. They were insignificant.

But he met an inhabitant of this weird town, who promptly cried 'Mercy! Please don't eat me!' and ran away and grew very puzzled by this. He had not realised at the time his appearance had been altered by entering this world. He had not known it was possible.  Passing a reflective surface he had almost passed it by without noticing. But there was something odd about the image in the corner of his eye. Vincent stepped back and with wide eyes took his image: his black hair was streaked with red and flowing. his eyes were glowing and his cape had grown long and even more tattered. He had large fangs from his upper incisors, and smaller ones from his lower set. His skin was a ghostly white and his gauntlet was huge and shinier than normal.  He seemed taller, with additional belts and buckles and an odd reverberation to his voice.  "Even the universe has a sense of humour," he commented wryly.  Couldn't he ever catch a break?

He was glad none of his friends were here.  He'd never hear the end of his sudden change of appearance - or his sudden embrace of what they all joked about.  He did indeed look like an overkill vampire but at least he hadn't developed a thirst for blood.  Though if any of the guys popped around and started making jokes he might just make an exception.  As he moved he realised his cloak had a kind of set of wings. It couldn't be. It looked so much like

Chaos.

Wings, huge burst from his back, eyes widened and ballooned into huge yellow glowing disks. Erupting to seven feet, he soared high above the little town and considered its destruction.

[CHAOS - DURATION: 2 TURNS; COOL DOWN: FOUR TURNS]

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龍Dragon Shaman 巫
Are you challenging me!?

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His was a paradoxical existence that was centered around war and peace. With war came the darkness that filled the heart, of which he fed upon. With peace came the security that he broke so that he make once again stir the conflict required for his sustenance. He was no Heartless. By the very inclination of the species that would require him to feast upon the light, encroaching voraciously on its territory like a parasite. But maybe they were not all that different? Regardless he currently depended on that which he saw to be his mortal enemies. If the cycle was ever broken the devil of a dragon was sure to find himself at the bottom of a pit, rotting. It was a pitiable fate he feared, so he fought. It was an endless battle that left him without a place in the light. The darkness was his home and only comfort, the light burning his flesh as harshly as it burned his soul. This world was broken, devoid of light. It was a perfect place for a creature like him to hide and roam, but something was very odd here and it made him rethink his approach on the matter. The Heartless of this world were very different in their behaviors when it came to other worlds. Was it the absolute darkness that manifested here?

It was so lonely here as well, naught but corpses to associate with. The male had settled himself in a graveyard, needing solitude after his earlier encounters with the contrived and arrogant fellowship of humans that happened upon the world full of curiosity and corruption. It was a reminded of that which he lost so many years ago. Even now his spectre sat before him, watching, blaming, shunning. His amber eyes drifted down to the spectre that resided in his shadow. Oft he was quiet and spoke nothing to him, but there were times when it bade him to destroy his enemies and relinquish his honor for a decent meal that would feed both their spirits. The white beast was almost ghostly in its form. A light glow emanated from the Summon, all that remained of his brother’s heart. The purity of his light was corrupt by the arrogance of his race. So holy that all which was evil, even he: the creature’s flesh and blood, was something to be punished rather than saved. The male sat upon a gravestone among the evening light of Moonlight Hill. His left knee was pulled up to his chest, allowing his chest to rest upon it. His arms were hugged around the lmb while his other leg dangled off the headstone. The dreary fogs rolled through the landscape, shrouding the usually moonlit hill in darkness. His eyes turned to look down at the small spirit of light, all that remained of his brother.

The beast sat and stared, returning the gaze, but it was much darker, crueler. ‘You have done nothing but sit around uselessly for an hour’s past. Do what you must. The darkness comes. Cleanse it so that he may consume its light. Flightless git; turn about.’ The light demanded before vanishing.

The Titan rose to his feet. His sleeves billowed over his hands, claws reaching up to pluck a mushroom off his pale-green skin to flick it away. In this world the dragon was a monstrous effigy of his former self. His motions were stiff, but they were not without the power that came of his kind. Snorting the beast hopped off the tombstone as the small being of light sunk back into his shadow. The taller beast’s shadow rippled as the Summon returned to residing in the shadow of his older brother. The Feather Charm, which summoned the shishi, fluttered against the nonexistent wind when it recalled itself. The much larger dragon marched along the hill and vandalized nearby pumpkins in a fit of irritation. It was not uncommon for the monster to find rage when he was unable to fulfil the wishes of his cruller sibling who, even at his end of life, could manipulate him entirely. He panted in a fury and pulled one of the pumpkins overhead as the stem began to sizzle, the pumpkin bomb getting ready to explode.

‘There!’ His voice whispered.

Fai turned his head upward, the Titanic beast spotting some sort of creature of the night blitzing off into the sky. His lips curled into a devious grin. Whatever it was, smelled corrupt. It was always fun tempting the corrupt souls, but how to get its attention? Looking around the idea came to him. He looked to the pumpkin bomb in hand and then toward the Moonlight Hill. The dragon ran up the hill and as the beast flew overhead, the dragon hurled the sizzling bomb, hoping it would do more than make pretty fireworks! The beast stood on the nose of the hill, hoping he let the message across his company. His amber eyes watched with anticipation, his body crouched low as his long arms hung, fingertips clicking against the ground as he swung in a manner comparable to a pendulum. Whatever it was it was not human. By its form it looked a member of this world, and by the darkness that emanated from him, it certainly could be the case, without question.

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龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫
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Vincent, like Titan, was borne of darkness, but he was a different sort entirely. There was still light left in his heart, and his soul. He was not corrupted by the black he had touched. He was not sure why. He was by no means a nice man. He may have been, long ago, and perhaps he had come back to being so again due to the influence of Cloud and the others. But there was a period in between when he was an assassin, an interrogator, a liar, a thief, a cheat, fighter and a spy. And now, well he wasn't sure what he was now.

He had come far in his (short?) long life. From the decision not to be the scientist his father wanted him to be, and not completely conforming to the Turks as he should have, to sleeping in a coffin to pay for his sins to waking up. Cloud had been the only person successful in dragging him from his makeshift grave. Granted that had been largely due to the words 'Hojo' and 'Sephiroth' but he remained awake after it was all over. That time of his life had closed. He could not go back.

He wanted to go back to Gaia but felt it prudent to explore the universe which had opened up to him and so many others. Creating allies in the vast reaches of space was just wise. He found himself doing this, not for himself, but for Cloud, Tifa and Yuffie. It was strange to realise he cared more about their lives than he did the fate of the world. Somehow they had become the family he had never wanted but would fight to the end with, and for. Loyalty had always been in his make up.

The person who said the Turks were not loyal didn't understand what it was to rely on someone you didn't like to survive. Sure they were hired by the highest bidder, at least originally, but they stuck together like glue. He had known agents to save the life of someone they didn't like simply because they were part of the same organisation: the Turks. And the current group had gone beyond what Vincent had expected. They could have found work elsewhere. People have short memories.

The memory of turning into Chaos for the first time stuck with him. Seared in his head was the colour of his skin, the feel of his body and all of it was wrong. He was not frightened of Chaos, but of the damage he could and would do as an uncontrolled creature whose sole destiny was to destroy.

And destroy it would. Chaos seared a red blaze across the dark sky, shooting across it with steely purpose. It soared down and released an inpulse of energy on a small section of the village, secluded from the rest.

[CHAOS: DURATION 2 TURNS: COOLDOWN: FOUR TURNS: TURN OVER]

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽
Can you see through the mist!?

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The vagrant beast always seemed to be driven by the illogical ferocity of his hunger, but the problems sat much deeper than that. Though the words were silent, for him they were loud and clear. The Titanic beast has the most opposing of consciences that would often degrade him into acting against any personal vindications he may have originally had. His tempt, as of recent, was to find the means to strengthen his own skills, but the lengths that he has traveled far outweighed the little reward the work provided. He did more and gained little. Progression required h to find clues of his past and that was only something he could find in the shadows. Perhaps these creatures followed a master? Though given his current opportunity, this chaotic creature would likely serve purpose to his answer, more so then he originally held chance to consider. His brother made him act with such rashness, he failed to see the initial truth.

Maybe this mad and wild being was one of those who spurred the Heartless?

He would only know when he could confront it. As the being of Chaos disrupted the relatively peaceful monstrosities that lurked this village, the transmogrified dragon could only hope his little calling card would greet the Chaos forcibly. The giant, sizzling pumpkin flew through the air, its stem dwindling with each second. As soon as it was near enough to the Chaos and the sizzle nearest the pumpkin's core: it would erupt in a semi-violent explosion which sent an explosive shock outward as well as pumpkin guts!

Down below the Jiang-shi dragon slide down Moonlight Hill and dashed toward the taller walls. With a bit of trouble, due to the odd stiffness of zombification, he would manage to climb the wall and drop over on the other side by the town's edge. He looked up with a grin. Mushrooms still grew along his neck and that pale, greenish skin was all unbecoming, but those claws tipping the ends of his fingers were threat enough.

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He had once been a normal person but that was a long time ago. He could no longer recall what his meagre Limit Break once was. For the longest time it had been the ability to turn into various monsters whose DNA had been intertwined with his own. It was not of his own doing. It wasn't a fate he would have chosen for himself and certainly not one he'd wish on his worst enemy. These kinds of powers, these kinds of drugs and effects did something to people that could never be reversed. Even if someone came to him and said they could take it all away, the damage had already been done. There was no turning back now from what he was. He was forever changed by his experience. Who he once was, was lost.

And for the most part that was OK. He had learned to live with the changes in his life, to his self, to his body, his heart and his mind. There was nothing he could do about it now, just like there wasn't much he could do about being infused with Chaos. Chaos was stronger than any human having been created by the Planet itself as part of a defence system they had only recently discovered. Though if Lucrecia was to be believed, and he did believe her, she discovered it just over a generation ago and everyone thought she was crazy. He had to admit, she had been acting a flaky towards the end of their time together. He rather imagined being with Hojo would do that to a person. Hojo was one freak show who never failed to get Vincent's blood boiling. The thought he could be alive some place was enough to make him want to shoot the next living thing he saw.

The vibrant being's hold over Vincent's consciousness failed after the attack on the dark village. Falling to the ground, Vincent found himself on one knee, hand supporting his balance as he breathed deeply with only a sense of foreboding for company. His other hand worked his aching chest, a thrumming coaxing a memory of an Ancient Ship and a world to save. Vincent's only thought was 'this again' before looking up to survey the damage. He managed to stand, hand still upon his irritated chest, rubbing absently. There was rubble where buildings were supposed to be. He started forward to investigate. He hoped no one had been hurt in the blast but...he wasn't holding out any prayers. Chaos wasn't a force to be taken lightly.


[CHAOS: COOLDOWN: FOUR POSTS]

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽
Can you see through the mist!?

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Whatever the monster seemed to be it was not at all bothered by the zombified dragon's attempt at garnering its attention with explosive jack'o'lanterns. The stiff moving creature lowered himself down among the rubble and observed as the demon reverts into a human state. Now this was certainly intriguing. It left the Titanic zombie with trembling thoughts of tantalizing possibilities. He smelled vaguely of human, but there were many scents among the humanoid's body that were unrecognizable. Slithering among the rubble and passing the odd casualty of Chaos the Jiang shi was soon perched upon the fallen and splayed debris. Like a haughty bat listening to the drizzling melodies of the twilight, the Titan watched as this 'man' stood in awe to his destruction, or at the very least a morbid acceptance of life's predisposition to not turn out as one wished.

A soft murmur curled over his senses as the other half of his soul chimed in on the situation. With no light to consume it was more efficient to simply destroy the man, but Fai carried a string curiosity toward this full-bodied transformation. Though the young dragon could manifest his scales, they appeared more like an warrior's armor than proper dragon scales. Living among humans it was what the shape-shifting dragon knew best. He wanted to kill the man, but he wanted knowledge. A hungry pant rumbled from his chest. The man's face was pale and his skin smooth. The gemstone colored eyes were also attractive toward the feral beast's lesser controlled inhibitions. Though the man-shaped Chaos beast smelled heavily of corruption, it was not a corruption he knew. It was not like he Phoenix's, nor was it like the Heartless'. In his perched stance his back would arch before he pushed to his full height, which would exceed Vincent's own by a few inches. His unnaturally long claws raked against his pants in the tension that coiled in his chest.

He wanted to consume this man...

Brushing his pink tongue over his lips the zombified dragon would speak out. "You look lost among this devastation. Has he lost someone among the rubble?" It was a teasing question that tip-toed around the ungratifying truth.

The Titanic dragon lusted after the monster's form, power and the possible knowledge he held and would, for an time, attempt to ignore the willful demands of the other half of his spirit that violently snarled and demanded the eradication of the Lightless Devil. Though the dragon himself lacked Light, the tempting lure of his darkness implored many to question his seemingly erratic behavior. His goals were simple: the learn, to stir conflict in the heart and consume. He lives to restore the life of his lost twin and the stronger he grew the greater of a chance he stood against the mightiest of Heartless.

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Like all things, it could not last. Chaos was not strong enough to maintain his hold over Vincent: yet. As the pulse of energy was released on the village, Chaos receded into the depths of Vincent's psyche where he remained a thudding pulse. It was a steady reminder of his presence: that Vincent was not alone in the world. He came to his senses, the village having sustained heavy damage from his attack, hand rubbing his chest. It would not be the first time Chaos had forced a take over, or would it be the last. He had to find that proto materia. It must have fallen somewhere.

The village was not looking so good. Chaos had not bothered with the exploding pumpkins sent to distract it and Vincent did not remember their existence. He remembered nothing of his time as Chaos, though perhaps had a snippet of a fleeting memory, blurry flash. A sense of foreboding fell upon him. There was something wrong here. Although he appeared to be alone, Vincent felt as though he were being watched.

A voice wafted to him, a mocking one. And it belonged to someone young, and with very sharp claws. He watched him warily. "What's it to you?" he asked. What business was it of this creature's? He was a man rarely observed by anyone. It was intriguing to be in this position. He felt a little like prey. But Vincent knew he was not a prey so easily eradicated. Many had tried. They found his steely determination and resilience made for a very difficult kill indeed. He was good but troubling sport.


a/n - I'm so sorry. I had no idea where to go t-t

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽

Can you see through the mist !?

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The young dragon’s question had elicited a response from the life sucker. It pleased him. The way his features moved showed an apparent amusement. The man did not like being called out. It was like standing upon the Peak of Happiness. He could nearly die from the sight, well -- in a sense he was sort of dead, was he not? This world did a strange thing to the body. Though he felt like himself it was like entering a realm full of magic. It was perhaps influences remnant of the will of the Keyblader who had to keep these worlds from knowing something outside existed. Perhaps the worlds held great fears too? Fears of abandonment. Perhaps that was why some worlds had the power within the Keyblades change travelers to these forms. Why the Pumpkin King himself had been lured to another world and such came with a heavy price. But the man before him changed in a way that was far beyond the capacity of a Keyblade’s magic, or a world’s will. Whatever the man had changed from was a corrupt existence that seemed to pulse in unity with his own heart. Was he the corruption, or was the corruption part of him? There was a great difference between the two.

If the man was the corruption he was a boil, a parasite on the cheek of the world. It meant that he, himself, brought the corruption of his own will to end peace. Now even though the dragon desired conflict, if he corrupted the worlds he passed through than that would mean he stood no chance of consuming them. He could not consume corrupted Darkness, let risked losing control of what was left of his spirit. He would find reason to remain in stone for the rest of his ending days were a being who dreamed of becoming a guardian became so corrupt. If the man was the corruption, there would be no reason to speak to him to draw out what was there to stay. If the corruption was part of him it could be separated, removed from the host, but by his answer he was, perhaps, not the latter. The eyes of ruby that glared at him reminded the dragon of his brother, eyes that both hated him and loved him. This man’s eyes could steal the motion of a flowing river.

It was like stilling the heart of Jiuzhaigou, which flowed into eternity. A man willing to offer his heart would offer to his greatest love gifts that would last ages upon the earth, proving that there was justice and glory in love, but the hatred of man tarnished these gifts of color and serenity. This beauty in love would keep one at home by his other half and keep the rivers flowing. The bright pumpkins and glowing lanterns were laid in ruin by this man’s hatred and anger. With him, the dragons of Jiuzhai wept. The man pulled his tight lips back in a smirk, his haunting visage far from the formal appearance of a man he normally held. His heart was open to the world, changing as he traveled. He was led by the will of the world which sought to escape its darkness. As a guardian he would answer to the call. Leaving his arms to his side so he did not appear as the threat he could be, the dragon shifted his weight so his boot crunched against the solid gravel of the ground.

“Hoo? It is a very troubling situation you see…” He glanced back as many residents of the town moved to part stones and sift through rubble to locate friends and family buried beneath the rage of the Chaos. “You are not someone he has ever seen, yet you bring turmoil to a people that have done you no ill will -- what causes one to turn into such a beast?”

Of course the residents of Halloween Town were no ordinary humans. Vampires shifting into bat forms to help carry fallen stones. Monstrous clowns upon unicycles dragging away a net of debris bound by the strips of bandages from the nearby Mummy. Even so -- even with their monstrous appearance they acted more like humans than humans.


“Why are you -- more of a monster … than me?” He raised his claws, twisted by the transformation this world bade his body to hold.

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The young male with the bright red hair and the golden eyes did nothing to remind him of Reno, or himself. There was an entirely different tenor to his life, and a darkness emitting from his heart. He was not someone Vincent wanted to interact with. He was a person who exuded trouble and trouble was not what Vincent wanted. He just wanted to live his life in peace though various end of the world disasters kept that from happening on a frequent basis.

He was speaking of himself in the third person. He did not understand why he would be doing this. Did he have some kind of personality split? Or was it just a quirk of his, designed perhaps to put him off his stride? Whatever it was, it heightened Vincent's wary suspicion of the vibrant red head. With hair the colour of blood, nothing good could come from him. His golden eyes struck too closely to chaos's for comfort. He wasn't someone he wanted to have dealings with.

"I wouldn't know," Vincent replied. There was no point in lying and attempting to pretend that he wasn't some kind of monster. Where was the sense in that? "What kind of monster are you?" he asked. Bluntness seemed the only way to approach the other person, but Vincent had a feeling games were about to be played.

He was too old for this shit.

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽

Can you see through the mist !?

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The monster would seem to take pleasure in his actions. By the longevity of his species he was still young and had many a days of reckless youth ahead of him. But he was not the unintelligent beast of war some would claim him to be. He was not out to start fights with those corrupted by their blood or the nature of another. Those who were his better were not to be taken lightly either. His actions were always delegated by keen observations which carved out careful decisions that would best keep him out of harm's way, but still provide challenge. It was an easy misconception that those in the realm of Darkness fed on the Light with abandon, but he was no Heartless. And though his visage currently matched the nature of this world, he was something far more primal and ancient than a zombie.

Far before the birth of man, dragons shaped the lands of his world. Deep valleys and high mountains, fed by sharp curving rivers had been the work of these terrestrial beings. When man was born he was weak, helpless. Dragons became the guardians of the many families born of the Land of Dragons. Their power grew thanks to the fortitude and stubbornness that men were capable of showing. It had become a profound union. The terrestrial guardians were bound to stone so that they may live forever under the family they serves, woken in times of need. But this boy was without a family. He had none to support him. With no shrine nor a family he was forced to become stronger through his own power.

The man brushed aside his question with a forwardness that was rare, and rather becoming. Examining the man's features he could see his health and he looked to be an age of maturity in humans, but one never knew. The question was shot back at him, the dragon pulling his lips back to chuckle. The man was confident, he had strength, but just how much? Shifting his weight he would raise his hand, the claws that hung from the billowing sleeves of the changpao. They were like scissor blades, sheering across the edges of one another making skin raising scrapes that cause the back to involuntarily arch.

For now he could play the game this world imposed. "A zombie." A jiang-shi no less. "That is what he is." He turned his gaze to Vincent, arms dropping back to his sides. "But it makes him wonder just how a monster cannot know what he is. You stand here, yes? Not some illusion?" He raised his claw to point at Vincent. "What are you, who are you?" Strangers often spent a lifetime never knowing each other's names.


But the beast was intimate and enjoyed knowing what to call other, how they called themselves. A name was more than a title, but the manner in which you spoke your name showed your pride or lack-there-of. It spoke your understanding and gave proof to your ignorance. It was who you were.

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Why was it he always got the cryptic ones who wanted to talk and spout all sorts of twaddle before the inevitable altercation? Cloud, he had noticed, was simply attacked without cause, provocation or so much as a war cry. Vincent they seemed to wish to present a soliloquy first before getting down to business. Nero, Weiss, Rosso...they all wanted to have their say first, arrogantly prancing their knowledge and intelligence before sticking the knife in. They all seemed so keen to forget his own dark and sordid past. He was hardly a saint in all of this.

Who was the zombie, he wondered. Himself, or the man speaking in the first person? Vincent regarded him cooly. Games were not to be played by Vincent - he was too old for that sort of thing. Vincent ruled out either of them being a Zombie, at least in the traditional sense. Whatever he was, he was different like the colour of his hair and the tone of his eyes.

"Do you see a lot of visions?" Vincent asked not answering the question. Could he be a vision, he wondered. In this place were ghosts were real and pumpkins could talk it was not inconceivable was it not? "Haunted often?" he asked. Perhaps that was a question for himself more than this one.

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽

Can you see through the mist !?

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The dragon-zombie shifted his stance so his hands came to rest on his hips as he looked to the man in question. Though combative in his behavior, he did not seem as if he was out to battle. Were the beast to be challenged he would not back down. For him the absence of challenge was a condition similar to death. Irony of the state this world choose for him, he was still prepared for anything to come his way. And what better challenge than a corrupt beast? Even if he wore the flesh of man, there lay that devil inside him. He did not seem to know, or feigned ignorance, of the horror's existence. Seeing was not always believing, but the way Vincent skirted over his questions gave the sense that he was familiar with this game.

The thought caused a smirk to curl over the dragon's features as he pulled the thought from the depths of his mind. Perhaps it was sheer luck, or a dismal irony that he would come upon a monstrous world, only for its non-inhabitants to be the garish of all! He could not consume the corrupted, but that did not mean he could not tempt them into straying from their path. Whatever one sought, if they did so with a corrupt heart, nothing worth could ever come to pass. But the dragon did not know the truth that came with the gunman. The corrupt colors that flagged him, were not his. Vincent had a heart of his own that beat for him, but the young beast had little experience. Even if the dragon was but a decade and some younger than the her in red, his mental and physical processes were built upon needing to learn to control nature itself. The world was an oyster for the beast and it was there to be cracked open and learned from! He would not attack the man if it did not mean he would gain nothing from it, but also on the moral vexation that he had yet to declare himself properly for a duel.

The being questioned his ability of sight. It was an odd, but perhaps it was not him… He raised his hand to his face and tapped his chin he would grin. “Perhaps he is the haunt.” He turned to face Vincent, arms falling to his sides. “Perhaps he is here to torment you, for something you have done...is there perhaps something you regret in life…? Or should he say, after life?” Even if Vincent was not a member of this world, it seemed a fitting accusation.

The beast was quite intrigued with this man, but to initiate combat without knowing how deeply the corruption ran was reckless. He was tempt though. Little by little he would peel apart the man’s patience. He wanted to see how far this corruption went before he found promise in releasing it. After all a man had to suffer before they could repent. This was the absolute truth in the eyes of the dragon.

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