<-----Editing in process----> [center] [h2] [color=silver] Ferrin Astra [/color] [/h2] [/center] Ferrin was oddly, for him, up at the crack of dawn. He tried to roll over to go back to sleep, but it wouldn't come. Finally, he got up, yawned and got ready. He staggered down the stairs to the main floor and irritably ordered coffee, as black as possible. He drank the holy mocha slowly, and by the third or fourth cup, didn't feel like killing the first person who talked to him. Or glanced at him. He was staring out the window of the cheap hotel he was staying in, mostly lost in thought and trying to push back the irritability he always felt in the morning, When he saw a white object flash past the window. [i]Bird?[/i] He thought slowly. [i]No. Wait. Leathery wings. Lizad-like, Long tail.[/i] He sat up right, all weariness forgotten. [i]A dragon?![/i] He gulp the rest of his coffee down, burning the inside of his mouth slightly. He hurriedly paid for it, and dashed out the door. He looked in the direction it was flying, and caught a glimpse of it turning a corner. He dashed after it. Ferrin tried to follow the quick little thing through the maze of buildings, but he soon lost it. [color=silver] "What was that?"[/color] He wondered aloud. For the next hour or so, he searched every street and alleyway around where he lost it, searching for a lead. He was about to give up, when he spotted a strange white object on the ground, in the morning sunlight. He walked over, and picked it up. It was a small, blood-stained tuft of white...fur maybe? [i]What kind of dragon has fur? None. So if it wasn't a dragon, what was it? Bird don't have fur either.[/i] He looked closer at the ground and was alarmed to see small drops of a reddish color that could only be blood. Ferrin clenched his fist wich shook with anger [i]If that truly was a dragon, something bad happened to it, if Find out who did this, they are going to regret it.[/i] He thought. He glanced around to see if there was any thing else, but he could find nothing. [i]Unless it flew off, someone must have grabbed it. But the question is, where is it now? [/i] He thought long and hard about it. [i]Haha! I have an idea, just need to adapt a little magic.[/i] He patted his pockets and found a compass, which he kept for just an occation. He held the fur close to the compass, closed his eyes and concentrated. [color=silver] "Tracking magic. Seek, Seek, Seek..." [/color] He muttered in a mantra-like chant, casting the spell. Immediately, the needle of the compass swing to the blood on the fur like a hound picking up a sent. A moment later the needle changed position, but instead of pointing north, it pointed to the source of the blood. Flushed with excitement that it worked, he shouted triumphantly as he fist pumped the air. [color=silver] "I am wizard! Hear me roar!"[/color] Ferrin judged the direction of the needle, walked several wide paces away and checked the needle again. It had changed visibly. [i]So, they are rather close. Well, then, seems that the game is afoot.[/i] He thought with a smile. He followed the direction the scale leaned toward trying to hurry as much as he could, unfortunately the spell only showed the exact direction, ignoring little things like buildings and crowds. He drew some strange looks from passersbys as he zig-zaged his way through the city, a tall scarred man in a big white coat with a metallic arm, holding a compass in the middle of a city and starring at it while half walking, half running was defiantly an unusual sight. He arrived at a building and when he went past it, the needle swung back. [i]In there eh?[/i]