[b]“A dragon?”[/b] Arata smirked, now amused by this arrogant girl’s claims. Just because she could fly around like an insect did mean that she was the same sort of creature that served as a God of the land, fighting off legions of youkai greater than himself. Before him was a bat-winged bitch, not a Dragon God that brought prosperity and peace upon the land. [b]“All I see is someone with a mouth bigger than her oversized wings.”[/b]

It appeared, though, that others were now gathering on the top of the tower as well. Two men came up, their stature somewhat more impressive than the fresh-faced students at the inn. One smelled of flame, and the other of wind, and in their presence, the foreign girl seemed to be restraining herself. Fun, so what, she was the familiar and they were the masters?

The other man, the one with chicken wings, did make a good point though.

[b]“Yeah,” [/b]Arata said, flashing a feral, heated grin, [b]“I wouldn’t mind sleeping outside. How bout you, bat-girl? Seems like a cold damp cave would be more your jive, eh?”[/b]
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