Furry of claws; Chapter two. Transcend of the mind.

Two days passed since Dion gotten his illusion where the real world was mixed up in a state of mind that was not his own. At first he wondered if the act of eating an human would start the illusions. While he continued to eat human flesh the illusions kept out. The only torment he still gotten where the nightmares. Every night he returned to that fateful day on the train track.

 “Please step away from the tracks sir" The machinists tried to coax him away from the tracks. Dion could see the machinists struggling to approach him. Dion turned his head to the speeding train that entered the station. He turned to face the machinists. He gave a faint “I am sorry." He let gravity take him to his fate. He fell backwards on the track in front of the speeding train. He could hear the sharp sound of metal grinding on metal. He could smell the scent of heated metal and grease. Screams of the people on the station, everything happened in slow motion. Until he was met by blackness.

Dion?!

Dion roared out loudly. He shot upright in the bed. He could feel claws that where not his own dragging over his body. Dion gasped for air, his head was in a state of chaos once more. The claws on his stomach moved, dragging Dion against another scally belly. He turned to see Rakshasi lying in bed, her eyes looking straight at him. For the last two days he woken up to that worrying look. He was withering the last few days. Rakshasi placed herself next to Dion every night. How more Dion was drawing in to the nightmares and the illusions. How more Rakshasi pulled on him, pulling him out from what depression was spiralled in. Dion let himself fall back against Rakshasi, feeling her body against his back. He could feel her clawed hand move to place itself on his forehead. The last few days he had gotten used to this signature. In a quick haze Rakshasi taught him that the gesture was common among dragons to comfort one another. It was symbol to strengthen a mental link two dragons might develop. Soon enough he could feel her mind enter his own. “Another nightmare Dion?" Dion took a deep breath, his voice came from a distance, detached from his mind. “Yes."

Rakshasi placed her other clawed hand  on his chest, pushing it strongly against his heart. He could feel energy flowing through him. The energy collected in his heart before flushing trough his body and exiting out of his forehead. First time he felt this flow he protested against Rakshasi. She would have none of it. Telling him that she would share in his depression, keeping him from winding himself up into self-loathing. Dion wondered if was she was saying was true, would she really be able to feel how he felt. “Again the same dream…" He could hear her suiting voice. He could feel her mind trying to push the awful memories away. Surrounding him in a cloud of warm feelings.

“Rakshasi?" Dion started unsure how to continue. Wondering if he should ask what he was about to ask. “How deep you can see into my memories." Rakshasi's answer came with doubt. “Well, I don't know for sure. As deep as you let me go." Dion started to grow weary of the link. “Dion…" Rakshasi continued, apparently sensing his fear. “I have seen your life. I know how you feel." Dion protested with a snort, however he did not make any motion to move her hands away from his body. “Memories are private you know" He growled agitated at Rakshasi's knowledge of so many memories. He was not sure if he could blame her trough. He was not sure of anything in at this moment. “You are right. Trough, Dion I only see what you want me to see. So tell me why I am seeing your life as human" Dion's reactions grew more and more hostile to Rakshasi. Turning the doubt he could not place into anger against her. “I do not know alright! So stop…" Rakshasi interrupted Dion before he could make any accusation. “I do know why you are showing me this Dion. I can feel why. Your fear, your doubt. Dion, please don't shove me away. I have been in similar situations, I wished I had someone to help me with it." Dion halted his protest, the fast growing anger ebbed away. “How can you feel what I feel Rakshasi. How can you possibly been in this situation" He could feel Rakshasi behind him moving. Her warm snout pressing against his neck. “Let me show you."

It was a sunny day. Dion opened his eyes. He rubbed his purple clawed hands in his eyes. Rubbing the sleep away. Dion thoughts stranded, purple? What was going on? He tried to look down his body but was unable to. He could not control his body, or was it his body after all. He could feel another mind entering his. “Dion." It was the voice of Rakshasi. “Don't fret. This is me. You are me" it did not help to make Dion any less confused. “I seen your memories. Now it is time to return the favour. This is mine, some time ago." Doin could see how Rakshasi was walking around trying to find something. No seeing was the wrong word. He was himself walking around the cave. Everything felt like he was doing it himself, even when he had no control over what he was doing. “I was not always alone." In the corner of Dion's, no Rakshasi's eyes Dion could see another dragon. The dragon was a deep green, almost to the point of being black. Rakshasi did not respond with anger to the dragon. She walked up to the dragon. The Dragon was standing with its back to Rakshasi. Dion wondered what she would do. His question was answered quickly. He could feel the scales of the dragon on Rakshasi's body. He embraced the head shorter dark green dragon from behind. There was an odd sense of familiarity with in the memory. Something he could not place. He could feel waves of love and attachment rushing through Rakshasi in the embrace.

“This must be her mate" he thought, the only logical conclusion he could came up with. “Yes" he could feel the mind of Rakshasi join his mind again. “That was my mate. The last day we shared together." He could feel pain coming from the Rakshasi he was linked to. The memory skipped ahead. The two were flying through the air. Hunting for food far outside the forest of the village. He could feel the wind rushing over Rakshasi's body. He was oddly conflicted by the memories. Was he jealous on the dragon Rakshasi was fling with? He could not place the feelings that he was feeling caused by Rakshasi's feelings. The two started to get distracted from the flight and the hunt. He could feel a playful feeling overcome her. It started with pulling on the dragon's tail and ended with the two felling to the ground in a controlled tumble. Both landed softly, two skilled creatures of flight. They had only eyes for each other. Dion started to become detached to the memory. In a conflict of minds he felt himself floating between the two bodies. His mind started to hurt, he could see both the dark green dragon and Rakshasi in the same time. It lasted only a moment, a moment that was interrupted by a sharp pain in Dion's neck. He roared out, trying to grab his neck. But he could not, he was still in the memory. Nothing had happed to him.

Suddenly he saw what happened. The dark green dragon had collapsed on the floor. A puddle of red hot blood collecting under the dragon. An large steel arrow had pierced the dragon's neck. Sticking out of the dragon. He could hear shouts in the distance. Terror struck Dion, dragon hunters. He could see Rakshasi feeling away from them, they were with too many.

The memory faded. Dion found himself shaking and cold. Rakshasi's clawed hands clanged to his body. It took him moments to realise where he was, safe in the cabin. Next to him he could hear soft sobbing. He turned around to see Rakshasi in awful shape. Water had formed a puddle on her pillow, soaking it trough and trough. Her scales where a mess, the gaze in her eyes was without hope. Dion never seen Rakshasi like this. He brought his clawed hand to her forehead. He could feel the warm scales against his own cold scales. Her empty gaze turned to him, directly into his eyes. It made him feel, strange. He wished he never protested against her, he wished she never showed what happened to her. He tried to do the same she did to him. He placed his other hand against her purple chest, making connection with her mind. With all the might he tried to remember the bright moments he had with her. Every moment that they laughed together and flushed her mind with those memories. “Let it out, Rakshasi. Let it out and fill your empty space" his words cooed to him. For the moment he no longer thought about what was happening to him. He no longer thought about his nightmares, no longer about the pain he felt of leaving his human life alone. Just the focus to drag Rakshasi from her pain and into his warmth. “Find the words, let it out. Rakshasi. Do not let it stare down at you. You are strong. Find the place, turn the water into wine." Dion tried his best to comfort Rakshasi.

However he was not prepared for the cost the mental link gave. While he was flooding Rakshasi's mind with pleasant memories. The mental pain of Rakshasi was flowing freely into his own. He could feel her pain, her anger and her frustration of the death of her mate. The love she felt towards him, the emptiness that she felt without him. “Do not wither, do not break down. Rakshasi. Be strong, be the dragoness I met." He tried to pull Rakshasi out of the pain. He was no longer sure how long he could withstand the pain that she was flowing into his mind. His words started to crash down, his creations started to burn down. He tried to tear the pain out of her. “You are not alone. Don't give in. You will have revenge. You will feel love again and you will become a beacon of hope for the dragons" He tried not to think about the pain he was feeling, tried to ignore his own memories of lost loves and death. One memory particular became more and more present in his mind. The son he had just for moments, the pain of seeing his son die. A son he never gotten the moment to properly meet. He had not even gotten a hold of his son. Only the looks through the glass at the weakening body. Dion hissed. No not now!

He was stirred, he could feel Rakshasi's scaled hands on both his forehead and chest. They created a circle. He was flowing energy trough her body. She was flowing energy trough his body. He started to lose grip of the idea of a mind, starting to lose grip of his personality. He collided with Rakshasi's mind, instead of a clash like he expected. They started to flow into each other. He could see it as two flows of energy. One emerald green, one deep purple. The two flows of energy swirled around each other mixing in. getting entangled more and more. Dion lost his name. he no longer could self-identify. He could no longer identify the dragon opposite of him as Rakshasi. It was all one, one mind two bodies.

He, no she, no they became filled with fear. Fearing the loss of their identity. Memories collided into each other. Memories of dragons flowed against memories of humans. Pain faded, a numb state of mind overflowed the two. Together they smashed through the prison wall. Fire filled their minds, fire of life, fire of hate and fire of revenge. a fire that fuelled the energy flows to move apart. They started to have an own mind again. Having an identity. He was Dion, she was Rakshasi. It was no longer just one big blur. Dion could see again, could see the purple dragons. Shivering he moved her hangs away from Rakshasi. Breaking the flow of energy. His mind was in chaos, in fear and in doubt. No longer knowing what happened to him. What did they share, was this some sort of ancient rite? Was this a way to join souls for dragons. Dion could see the same doubt, the same fear and the same chaos in the look of Rakshasi. This was new for her as well. Dion feared that if he spoke to her mind again he would start the process all over again. he withdrawn from her, but just as he tried to get out of the bed. Rakshasi grabbed his wrists, her eyes looked deep into his own. “Thank you. Whatever you did. Thank you." Dion was to dazed and confused to answer. He pulled himself away from her grip. He rushed outside, he rushed away from the cabin. He needed time alone, time to figure out what happened to him. It seemed forever since he last noticed normality. A normal life a normal job. He was secure what he knew he was secure what he believed in. But now? He had no longer a security. Every experience seemed to make less and less sense to the scientific mind he once trusted to judge. He feared it would drag him deeper and deeper into a shadow he was unable to climb out. He stopped near a tree, resting his head against the cold bark. Catching his breath. He knew he could no stay long outside. His body temperature already dropping in the cold air. Dion Took a deep breath of cold air, trying to calm his senses. What was important for him? Was it his sanity? Was it Rakshasi or was it a security of reality. He could no longer demand all three to happen at once. Every time he became closer to Rakshasi he could feel himself drift off into an world of insecurity. Every time he was secure he could feel Rakshasi drifting away from him.

Dion collapsed in the snow, his clawed hands against his head, this could not be happening. Again for the second time he was sliding away from the world. Or was he? Rakshasi did not seem scared for him, rather only what happened. Could he be trusted to be around her? Could he trust himself around her. A shiver ran over his spine, his body protesting against the cold climate. He could not help but to think about the memory Rakshasi shared with him. Why did he feel the pain, the physical pain in his neck. Was she linked to her old mate? Could she feel his pain? It must be. Dion's head started to spin. He could feel his hands starting to cramp up. Slowly he stood on his legs, walking back inside the house.

Inside found Rakshasi holding a bowl of the stew, warming her hands on the hot bowl. She only sipped occasionally. Dion approached her from behind, his clawed hand laying on her shoulder. Words got lost within the chaos of his mind. What he did want to ask, what questions where there to be answered. He lost track of his own stream of consciousness. Rakshasi turned her head, looking with her intelligent eyes at her. She did not seem to be empty and depressed like when he left. Instead she had a spark of hope. A park of light in her eyes. She was the first to open the mental link to Dion. “Dion, I hoped you would come back." Dion answered with little reluctance. He did not want to commence a mental link on his own but it seemed rude not to return the compensation. “I would not leave you. Not even for what happened." Rakshasi seemed to look surprised. “Did you do not commence the Vs'shtak-ricin-ganim"

“The what?" Dion was perplexed by the term of Rakashasi. “Vs'shtak-ricin-ganim, Is the act of giving up your own identity to combine with another dragon." Dion sat down besides Rakshasi in front of the slow burning fire. The heat was welcoming to his cold body. “Where was it used for?" Rakshasi turned her look away, away from the fire and away from Dion's questioning look. “It is a traditional method of healing someone." Dion sighed relieved, he expected something much worse. A declaration of mate-ship. Rakshasi continued. “The link can only be established between close blood or those who are soul linked." Dion turned his gaze baffled at Rakshasi. he could not believe what he was just being told. Nor what the most likely possibility is of what he was to her. A family member, how would that be possible if they did not seen each other before. If he was a brother to her she must be able to remember him. The linked soul option made him feel uncomfortable on a whole different level. Rakshasi however, came with some relieve. “It might be because our souls are entangled. If what the elder dragon said is true. The Vs'shtak-ricin-ganim is only an side effect of a deeper link" Dion did not knew if that was an better option. He could feel Rakshasi lean against him, laying her scaled head against his shoulder. “But you helped me finding rest once more. I wish I met you before." Dion wanted to tell Rakshasi about the pain he felt once he was linked to her memories. He silenced himself when she talked about the rest she found. It feels unjust to bring the memories up again. so instead he returned with a rather anticlimactic “You helped me. If we are entangled then this is the least I can do."

The day itself passed uneventful, the two dragons ate the last of the stew. They prepared leftover human meat for transport. Cooking and salting it. Dion often looked at the eggs if they were warm enough. he wondered why they were not hatched did they wait for something? With great care he lowered them in the backpack. Wrapping them up in wool. When the sun reached its highest point of the day they were ready to leave the cabin behind. Dion  was happy to move on from the cabin. He had seen enough of the small wooden cabin. Trough when he stepped into a cold outer air, he longed for the warmth of the fireplace. Rakshasi ensured him that they would find a place to sleep once more. A few hours flight away from the cabin the forest stopped and the first farms started. Rakshasi told him of a small village. She remembered the villagers not being hostile against the dragons. She could not tell if they would welcome the two dragons. After all the king was hunting them down like they were mass murders.

With the wind under the wings and the sun behind them they soured trough the cold sky. Dion's eyes were struggling with the cold sharp wind. Even the second see-trough eyelids where not enough to keep his eyes from irritating in the cold wind. He flew close by Rakshasi, she was flying a little bit in front and above of him. The forest stretched out under them, the white snow laid as a blanket over the forest. He could see wild gain fleeing from the two dragons in fear of the life. The scent of burning wood started to become more and more heavy in the air. Eventually Dion his head into the distance. Dion could see the farms coming in the distance and the village laying in a valley beyond. Rakshasi land on the edge of the forest. The field was barren of any plants. A small barn with a wooden farm laid in the middle of the large field.

“Let's test how the villages are" Rakshasi walked to the building. Oddly enough no smoke was rising out of the building. Dion looked around, he was rather creped out by the silence. The farmers should be outside and seen them at least. Even if they are not home, there should at least be some smoke or some sort of fire. Rakshasi was the first to arrive. She knocked on the door, no reply. With some effort she pushed over the door open. The farm was empty, it showed no signs of any life with in a long time. Dion was not far behind Rakshasi. he looked around the cabin to the spider webs and the broken jars. He and Rakshasi looked at each other. This would be an ideal place to stay for a while. On the other hand if they started to make a fire in the fireplace now they might draw in suspicion. The cold eventually made the decision. “can you find some wood?" Rakshasi, was cleaning out the fireplace. Dion could easily find an old stash of still dry firewood. With his claws full of wood he walked back to Rakshasi. She had cleaned out the fireplace enough for the fire to start. With the fire going they relaxed in the old chairs. Letting their bodies heat up by the fire. Dion gave a soft smile, again they had a place to stay. Dion looked out of one of the dirty windows, he could not see the fields trough the oilcloth that protected the opening against the wind.

“Rakshasi?" Dion started, the fire softly cracking. “How you will take on the king? After all we can't really walk in the city like this" Rakshasi cracked a small laugher. “Of course we cannot walk in the city like this." She paused her words. She had a devious look in her eyes. Dion did not know what it might mean, rather it gave him the creeps. “But if it is known that two dragons life near the city he is forced to come out and slay the dragons himself." Dion surprised by the danger Rakshasi wanted to take to kill the king. “ You really thing that it is a good idea? Besides if you kill the king you only give the humans more reason to hunt down dragons" Rakshasi raised her shoulder. “For slaying the king, I am prepared to go great lengths" Dion gazed into the fire. The dance of the fire was hypnotising to his mind. “But what about the other dragons, aren't you better of helping them?" Rakshasi took a deep breath. “I don't know if there are any other dragons still alive within the kingdom."  Dion looked from the corner of his eyes to Rakshasi. “How would you know that Rakshasi. we did not seem to meet a lot of dragons." Rakshasi turned sharply at Dion. “We have passed at least four or five dragon territories"

“Still you think that slaying the king would solve it Rakshasi. I mean, I want just as well rip the head off that worthless piece of meat. But I don't want to lose my own head for it." Rakshasi seemed to soften for him. maybe she expected one of his none killing dialogs. “Maybe…we can do something else with him." It was dion's time to give a smirk “Like what? Change his personality." Rakshasi placed her hand on his shoulder. Her lips moved to give him a warm smile. “If you could do that I would do more to you then just kiss you"

“Oh Dion did your scales just turned a darker shade of green? Dion gave a small his at Rakshasi “Oh don't get me started." He hoped to counter her quick flirty argument. Rakshasi leaned back with her particular devious smile. “Ohh…well abou…" she could not finish her sentences. “Don't tell me you seen, ~those~ memories!" Rakshasi seemed highly amused with his reactions. “Oh Dion my sweet summer child. I told you I saw what you wanted me to see. So if I saw those things that makes you…" Dion gave a small, non-threatening hiss at her. “Oh can you please stop it. It is already strange enough that I have changed body and locked minds with you." Rakshasi continued with a teasingly “It is only natural" but it was the dismissive words, she did not continue on making Dion feel uncomfortable. She had gotten her amusement from him.

“Quiet!" Dion suddenly hissed, he was sure he could hear some people walking outside. Rakshasi stiffened up. Trying to focus on the sounds that came from outside. They could hear two people walking and talking. Two adult males by the sound of it. Rakshasi leaned closer to the ground, signing Dion to do the same. Like a predator on the prowl they sneaked around towards the door. Just outside the door the two humans stopped. Still speaking in a heavy low voice. Rakshasi's muscles tensed up. The door smashed open, Rakshasi jumped on one of the humans followed by Dion.

“itheik!" The human jumped on by Dion shouted. Draconic, how would the humans know of draconic. Both Dion and Rakshasi were flabbergasted by the humans. Even with the distraction the humans made no attempt to actually throw the dragons from them. “We will not harm you." Rakshasi was the first release the humans, soon followed by Dion. Her look turned from the surprised state into an more demanding state. “svanoa shilta wux vucot Vs'shtak?" the second human answered the question for Rakshasi. “Well, it is best to be told inside the town milady." Dion turned his head towards Rakshasi. “Is it wise? To follow them" Rakshasi inspected the humans closely. “They smell…strange. They have a non-human scent that I can't quite place." Dion took a deep breath, trying to smell what she smelled. It was true that they had an odd scent but he could not place it. He had not smelled enough strange scents to get a good grip of the scents.

Eventually the they followed the humans. They came to a horse drawn carriage. “our jarl has seen you land. He has requested to see you." The humans guided the two dragons to the carriage. “However the roads are patrolled by knights of the kings watch. So please" they signed over to the back of the carriage where a large black cloth blanket was laying. Reluctantly Rakshasi and Dion stepped into the carriage. The blanket provided good cover against the cold air. With a few commands they were on the road. Dion felt like he was some sort of criminal, being smuggled like this towards the town. He wondered what the jarl would want if he did not mind dragons. He could not let go that it might be a trap that they were guided directly into.

After what seemed to be an eternity the carriage stopped. The blanket was thrown from the two dragons. “milord, milady. We have arrived." Dion looked around to see a dark dungeon. He feared the worse. Two large oak wooden doors closed of the exit. He could see an array of old cuffs and chains. This was it. Dion jumped out the carriage, ready to fight for freedom when he wanted. “Si charis wer iwodoi jahus vi petranaswin" A third voice came from the other side of the dungeon. It was a women who was dressed in vibrant red and yellow cloths. She wore an golden tiara on her head, marking her as the jarl. “hefoc vi chojiqagro" Dion replied in his mediocre draconic. “Dion!" Rakshasi gasped surprised by his 'outburst'. Not that Dion seemed to feel any ill feelings towards the comment he made.

The Jarl turned to English as soon she heard the poor dialect of Dion. “I am sorry for you, milady, milord." Rakshasi laid her claws on Dion's shoulder, she looked straight at the Jarl. “She seemed to be alright" Dion gave a small relieved nod. “We can go for it. I mean if they wanted us to turn to the king they would have done it by now." With the minds set up, they walked to the Jarl and slightly bowed for him in the human way they knew of. The jarl in the other hand gave the traditional dragon gesture of showing the neck. A gesture when you wanted to greed a more dominant and powerful dragon. “Dion…" Rakshasi started unsure. “I don't know about this." Dion looked up the stairs to an open door at the end of it. A warm candle light flooded from the open door. “They know the draconic traditions so why is it such a big problem. Maybe this is just another town like…" Rakshasi paused him “That is why. That means we might be in the territory of another dragon. I do not like this." Dion's gaze turned to the Jarl. “It is too late for it now. Let's just go with it." Dion nodded to the Jarl to force Rakshasi in the position to follow them. He could clearly feel that she did not like the way this was setup nor the fact that Dion was pushing her. She did not commented on his actions. The jarl lead them up the stairs to a brightly light room. The room was build high with candlesticks and decorations of dragon heads. In the centre there was a long table with at least twenty seats. The walls of the room where hanged with wall carpets. Telling all kinds of stories, some seemed to be religious. Some seemed to be tales that happened to the town long ago. At the end of the table Dion could see two thrones. One large, laid in with golden and jewels. The other smaller, a single large ruby on the very tip of the throne. Strangely enough the jarl they spoke took place in the smaller throne. “One moment please. The true Jarl will come here any time soon."

A door swung open behind the thrones. At first they could not seem who entered, not until the person appeared from behind the thrones. What Dion saw shocked him. A black dragon walked to the throne. His scaled hide was decorated with golden jewellery and fine cloths. The red of the cloth jumped up from the black hide. Dion estimated that the height of the dragon around a head and a half smaller then Dion. He was build more bulkier. His wings seemed a bit small for his size. “fekiikiri! siausjalil, siaith." The dragon's voice was happy and explosive.  He took position next to the women. “This is the jarl!" Dion proclaimed awestruck to Rakshasi. she did not immediately reply to Dion. “siaith, coi ui bvecko ekess ocuir voga darastrix" “Just what I feared. Males…" the last word seemed to lay heavy on her voice. Dion never guessed that Rakshasi had any problem with a specific gender. She seemed to be kind to the dragon, using the milord term. Dion was drawn into doubt by Rakshasi's reaction. He tried to get an idea of her mental state of mind. He was relieved to feel that Rakshasi did not shield herself of from him. quite the opposite, her mind was drawn closer to him. The dragon seemed not hostile to the two, trough he did not look at Dion. He was rather rudely pushed away from the conversation. The dragon spoke with a rather high pitched growl in his voice. “svabol dronilnric vi nhee darastrix hefoc doutan ekess nomenoi luhi? Mrith wer daar xoalir ekess svent hesi cirau" He could feel a disgust flushing over Rakshasi's mind. “How does he dare! To call me 'nhee'" Dion felt himself pushed in a more and more awkward position. He still did not know enough words to tell what was insulting. Nhee, nice? Could I have another meaning in combination with the word for dragon? Rakshasi's rather angry mental voice gave the solution to his doubt. “You just don't call a random dragon nice!" Dion turned to the dragon and Rakshasi, switching looks between them.

“ve vur sia rumag re tenpiswo ekess itrewic ekess wer vrantvrak sventar" Dion tried his bests not to gasp at Rakshasi's words. “Rumag?" His voice all to present in Rakshasi's mind. Making sure she would answer this time. “Why did you just call me your mate?" He could feel a warm feeling flushing over his body. “I do not want this dragon to know I am not mated" her voice was filled with distrust and even some level of disgust. “Because it is strange for two dragons to travel together?" He could feel Rakshasi's mind relaxing at his question. He could feel her clawed hand move to his wrists and close around his wrist. A short spark of energy flowed from her body into his. “No, because this dragon obviously has been alone for a long time and I do not want him to make advances on me" Dion looked inspecting at the dragon's face. Indeed he could see some level of jealousy on the dragon's face. He hoped that it would not result in any problems later on. God knows what kind of problems would arise if a dragon would fight for a dragoness.

The look on the black dragon's face sharpened. “Sventir wer daar? batobot ui japachi tonn." He paused his words. The pause was long enough for Rakshasi to comment even with more displeasure from the dragon. “Of course is killing the king is hard!" Dion had to supress a small laugh. The situation was rather amusing to him. seeing Rakshasi trying to keep her politeness. The black dragon continued his words again. unsure of what the two shared in mind. “Ilrigan origato ve majak wux vi cuaili. sia ominak ui Ophiuchus ini wer idol." The name vaguely sounded familiar to Dion. Something in him recognised the name of the dragon. Rakshasi bowed slightly to the dragon, just out of politeness. She did not show any neck to the dragon, only the horns on her head. The dragon seemed to turn even more annoyed by the signals. He whispered something to the women's ears. She jumped on her feet to bow for the dragons. “Please follow me" her voice was rather, what was the word, insecure. Dion could see some tension between the dragon and the women. Was there a reason they were together? Rakshasi nodded, she and Dion followed the women. “No only milady. I will come back for you milord"

“Just stay here Dion, give me a shout if that dragon does anything to you and I will tear the walls down." Dion felt relieved to hear that Rakshasi did not let this slip so easily. She and the women slide through a door in the side of the building. He turned his gaze at the dragon again. Ophiuchus was his name. A dead silence fell between them, a silence broken by the dragon.

“Zyak wux tepoha jacioniv lae rumag." His words seemed accusing, serious and trying to scare Dion. “Wux jalla majak svern. wux shilta ti tangis bensvelk renthisj Vs'shtak" Dion laughed loudly, he could not believe his ears. That dragon was trying to get him to let go of Rakshasi. “You do not want to know what he is saying to me" he forwarded the words to Rakshasi trough the mental link. He could feel the same amusement from Rakshasi. “Guess what the women I am with believes she is his wife. She says they are mated." Dion snorted a bit, letting Rakshasi talk on the background while conveying to the dragon. His poor draconic was good enough to get an idea of what the dragon tried to force him to. “Even his wife is trying to get me to mate with him." Dion snorted again. the dragon seemed to grow more and more frustrated with Dion snorts and laughs. Dion spoke to the dragon, the words copied from a crude translation made by Rakshasi. “Sjaadur ve siaith. shar svabol wux re xoalir ekess ve vur rakshasi ekess tir ui filki zyak diwhafup" The dragon's eyes widened. “ricin ganim?" he simply added. To what Dion nodded. The dragon finally realised the two shared a mental link. The dragon's look turned from annoyance to anger to utter disbelieve. he gave a soft growl “Filki clax svabol cuaili wux tuor." Dion smilled and bowed to the dragon, keeping in mind not to show any of his neck. He was above the dragon. Rakshasi soon enough appeared in the door opening with a smirk on her face. “well thanks for covering up" she said, taking Dion to guide him to the room for the night.