Leo seemed unfazed by Edge's angry glare; one of the few hydras that dared to look Edge in the eye though maybe it was because he was just too lazy to be pressured into looking away. Though, this time, there was the slightest bit of worry at the back of his mind, maybe because he knew that if Edge wanted to, he could probably keep he and Skylark separate for who knows how long and who knew how much Skylark would listen to his father. Leo might be just cut off on command. So it was with a uncharacterist urgency that he walked over to Skylark and pressed a kiss smack on his lips. Pulling back, he sighed relieved that Edge seemed to approve of their sudden relationship. Though, he glossed over how Edge encouraged his son to have more slaves. Ah well, if he was replaced, then at least Skylark was happy and he wouldn't need to run around so much.

 Watching his king and his sons go to work, kneeling down to rub circles on Skylark's back a he began to cry. Meeting Edge's eye in answer, "Well, he makes me run around far less then you do. And it's easier to carry him than you, I'm happy." He turned back to his Master and kissed him soundly on the lips again, leaning down to mutter in his ear, "Of course, when we're somewhere we don't have to stand."
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 He was floating, drifting and breaking apart. Everything was starting to dissolve into a White seamless mist. Thoughts...memories..feelings, slipping right through his non-existent fingertips. Even the light was fading from his vision and the darkness was slowly wrapping around him. Like ticklish wriggling pieces of seaweed, they were tangling around him and pulling him down. Down away from the light, getting dimmer and further away. He couldn't really tell if his eyes were open or not without how dark it was now. Dark and numbing. He sighed softly, but he couldn't hear it so maybe he hadn't sighed at all. Oh, what did it matter? What did anything matter? His eyes closed unbeknownst to him and he let himself go and drift apart.

 And then, the pain started. It felt like his limbs had been tied to horses and pulled apart in every direction possible. Everything flared up, burning and boiling his flesh. His nerves were on fire and he opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft groan. The darkness was rapidly becoming constricting. Threatening to crush him, trying to push him away and squeeze him out. Yanking him back into the blinding light.

 The dragon's eyes snapped open and he gasped sitting up. The crystal glowed brightly, a single core of light within the dark inky energy Edge had filled it with. Black mist rose like steam where it touched pale flesh, singed with soot. Another bright flash of light and the crystal shard had shrunk and burned away, unfortunately not completely. A shiny black solid chunk was lodged within his chest, where his heart should be. Surrounded by scar tissue and burnt flesh, it emitted a soft light covered up by Path's hands. He panted, pulling his legs up to his chest, palms spread over the front of his chest. Hair hiding his face away from his family and his wings gave a weak flap, torn and tartered at this point. 

 Very slowly, he inclined his head sideways and stared up at Edge. Golden eyes the colour of ash and cinder. Dull, like a star had burned out and died. He turned his gaze down to the pool of bright blue blood that he sat in, the colours soaking up into scales. Such a pain...

 "Father! Daddy, you brought Father back!" Sleipnir cried out, hugging Edge before he scrambled over to Path. Pulling the pebbles free of his sock, "Look! Look! Father has kept his promise!" He cried out excitedly, smiling as Path slowly reached over and plucked a single stone out of his hand. Still smiling as Path brought it close to his eyes and turned it over in his palm. Inspecting the single smooth pebble before he closed his hand around it and grinded the pebble into a pile of dust. His eyes locked on Sleipnir's shocked face and he grinned a grinned that, even in his wildest moments, had never belonged to Path. 

 "I don't keep promises, dear." He hissed softly as he stood up and brushed himself off, running a hand through his blood caked hair. Unconcerned as Sleipnir began to tear over the minature pile of rubble.
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 "Oh, a lot of things love..." Ferrum growled, pulling back the hammer on his gun with a soft click, rolling the cylinder of it over the flat of Charon's stomach. Cold metal against smooth skin. He grinned, "Very unforgettable things...involving you wishing you'd never tempted me in the first place." He murmured, working a leg inbetween Charon's, thigh pressed up against his crotch. "I'm going to make you scream and-"

 "-Wake up everyone in the dead of night with the racket." A voice interrupted and a sudden wind pushed Noire against the wall as Anemoli rounded the corner. Gazing idly at the two tangled against each other, "Because the first romance with a hydra ended wonderfully. Now, release your control on him and step away and I'll kill you, don't and I won't kill you, but you'll wish I did."

 Ferrum growled, turning his head to stare at the intruder, muttering something about 'always ruining his fun' before he snapped at the dragon, "Leave me be, Ane. I'm busy, big brother."