[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]WRETCHED ONE[/color][/b]

Sable rubbed the back of his head while yawning, the exhaustion of the night before was heavy on his face. His unruly hair was even more unruly than usual and the dull, intimidating glare in his eye were lackluster. Last night's clean-up was the real headbanger, trying to fix roofs and entire floors was a tedious work, something meant for the fodder of life, not its stars. Aiden as usual was far too annoying to be around, so he was constantly fussing with him over everything. 

His gaze narrowed for a moment, the dark brown of his eyes growing serious. [i]Damned Harpies are moving in too, I'm not sure if I'm happy or angry. On one hand I could see [/i]her[i]. On the other, the competition has just severely weakened. Now who the hell am I suppose to fight without holding back? [/i]

Climbing down through the poorly rebuilt stairs, he could still visage iced over pieces of bricks. He grimaced at the thought that Aiden had been hiding such a power-up from him. It was a startling development, the kid was untrained but his magic was phenomenal. It made him a bit envious and at the same time hopeful. If Aiden could gain power like that than surely he could too. After all, he was a Dragon Slayer as well, and if he had to say so, a lot more ambitious than his icy counterpart. 

Sable walked over to Aiden, a comforter rolled in a carrier on his back and his hands tucked on the fringe of his pockets. "Let's get the hell out of here dragonling. These Harpies are really starting to piss me off. I passed like three of them on the way here, all of em looked weak as hell," he said, walking pass and heading for the door. 

"Yo," he called out, pausing his advance for a stray thought. "...Nevermind, let's rocket." 


[b]Vrabe Rheat - [color=black]Black Lightning[/color] [/b]

Coolly, he walked over to the bar and took a seat. Last night was... eventful to say the least. They were to be rooming with the Vypers and it disgusted him beyond explanation. He sat without a drink in front of him, his arms hanging between his legs. He hadn't slept a single wink last night, all he could think was how detached from reality the King must've been when he made his decision. Had he not noticed the tension in the Ball Room? just the mere fact that they were in the same room together had sparked the rivalry between them and now, well now they'd be living under one roof. 

He let out a sigh and after hearing a ravenous haired Vyper speaking ill of the Harpies, found himself vexed. He had joined the Harpy's a year ago but his life was already devoted to their name. He couldn't help the black lightning that crawled from his lips and onto his shoulder crisply.