First of all he watched the substance harden only to reduce his amusement while increasing his interest. The quiet emotion slowly flowing in the reality of sweet wine tenderly aging. Shifting he would step back to watch the female raise herself from the ground in a way he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity he didn't simply kill her and leave. Supposing her companionship with dragons were chemical originated it had a subtle pull on his own senses which carried a touch more with him being lost.

Last night, the world flipped for him. It seemed off putting she would have a dire problem similar to his home wise. With night falling he would personally be more comfortable but elsewhere land quivered against a ungodly hail of wind and ice. Even now Reaver felt out of place. In a mixed way he wanted to continue talking and dash away. Bring her along? Instantly asking what purpose she'd serve if he did take her.  Green resting on her broke to look along the grass trailing the bark of tree. Now to see how easily the situation could be altered.

 His questioning voice sweet decided to ring more in idea coaxing her. "Would you like continue with dying or you like the idea of neutral benefits." Just as he would explain the wind crept violently across the island sparing only a second for him to block the chill with his arms raised to cover his face spreading his wings like a shield. The gale of Crystal white breaking apart against his tainted black scale. The ice grinding amongst his  prevailing a look of horror for winter's unexplained breathe. It followed by clouds darkening and his eyes contracting to take in the sight.

White glistened within swallowing the stars in a vortex ripping the islands from their traditional orbit. Everything now seemed to rush leaving him to split the earth as he withered swiftly in motion to gain bearing. Obviously he was lost now straying from his allure. Everything splitting from the idea of socializing. The intention to leave was directly associated as he kneeled closer to the ground. The scythe tail sticking into the ground for balance and very carefully raising his arms the wind glided against him. 

He ripped away from the action only to stare at the injured creature known as fae to suddenly transition his tail around her figure catching said air alot faster then expected. Instantly and violently they both were shot upward held alot by his arm spreading like a parachute dragging them slowly along. Ice gathering against his scale as he cringed. Reaver's facial features moving slightly as the pearl white teeth in his jaw started chattering. Now the details of the scene truly playing. No snow but rather freezing water dancing in spirals while his brilliant black scales shined in now approaching moonlight as he stayed silent, stiffening in the gauntlet cold.  

Barely by a shred of fortune she was still held by his tail and for a moment the mouth of a cave was within grasp. "SHHHINGK" was the deafening sound his claws made splitting into ice and rock barely admirable crunching of ice on him followed as slowly but surely he drag his torso into the cave bearing the burning of frost fresh along his body. The shorts worn needing soon replaced but not in mind as she followed along soon found in the pitch black as well dealing with her questionable saviour collapsing onto the rock floor withering to tight curl in a,vain attempt to create warmth. A wheezing sound escaping his nose as air rung firey inside his lungs bringing his thoughts to nothing but the greed to live.

[@Song Book]