[h3]Chinasa the Pallid[/h3]

Chinasa came to an abrupt stop once he sensed Wu-Dan appear before him, he was a moment slower than he hoped, but his senses had not dulled. A sharp, audible [I]tsk[/I] sliced the air at the grandmaster's... lecture. He was not pleased with it. The old man was wise but he did not have the right to lecture him. 

The feel of his staff grew firm in his grasp. The thought of turning Wu-Dan white then tossing him to the wind invaded his consciousness. It was a grandiose calling in his mentalspace, one that echoed for far longer than he had expected. It was a challenger's pulsing heart, he thought.  

[b]"I do as I please. No one orders me around,"[/b] he told the Grandmaster, his staff tilting in his grasp and slowly filling with power. 

Once he noticed a swirling chill rupture in his stomach, he turned an uncaring gaze towards the figure in the shadows. This child was one of the ones he despised completely. 

Chinasa was content to be idle while the two worked out an interesting plan. The children would go after Eyra together. Chinasa was onboard with this and afterwards, he would make it his job to kill the demonic child too. Wu-Dan soon granted him passage and without hesitance, Chinasa took it. He sprinted up the stairs--ignoring his draconic siblings' makeshift exit--with powerful leaps, his lion legs taking the stairs by five or six at a time. The impossibly wide stairs was a blur that was recognizable only the change of the walls. The dark place seemed to whiten with every step he took, bending to his pale will.

Once outside the maw of the cave, Chinasa froze... stunned by the radical change around him. 

He took steps, twisting his head to grasp his bearing. Where was he? When was he? A thousand years had passed but so much had happened in that time. His feral fangs became demonic, so had his angelic face. [b]"Which way!?"[/b], he wondered with a reluctance that threatened to pull him back to the Dragon King.