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I was at a competition. xD
Ferris let out a surprised squeak at being pulled closer. So much was happening... it almost felt to surreal. It didn't feel like he was being taken forcefully from his home. Rather, it was as if he was traveling to a new place, and it was all very exciting. There was no point in being angry or sad, after all!

All he needed was someone or something to hold onto. It seemed even the ditzy merman knew to remain as silent as he could in such a dire situation.

From the other side of the door, a voice rang out clear as day. "RUS! IT'S ME! Hyatt! What the hell do you think you're doing? Eh? The whole colony knows what you've been doing! You twat!" Hyatt sighted. His fellow rokea had always been very impulsive, but this was taking it to a different level.
Was it silly that he expected there to be some kind of ritual? Some sort of special act, some heavenly gathering of the clouds? Was it that ridiculous that, for one instant, he has believed that maybe the winged lion more than he appeared? It was strange, but as their minds brushed against each other, the contact was no rougher than the tiny, wind-veiled particles of sand dancing against the wrinkled, rich fruits suspended high above in hardy desert botany. Yet Cyrus felt as if their mental tracks were being fused together. However, the sensation only lasted for half a second before it ceased, and there was peace. Cyrus, who had closed his golden eyes sometimes during the process, dazedly blinked them open.

The entire experience had left him more than a little bit cautious of ever breaking curses in the future, to say the least. Letting out a tired groan, the blue-blooded young man clutched his left eye in his palm, trying to get it to regain focus. His eyes felt so dry and itchy- it was a very unpleasant feeling, but Cyrus was raised under the iron rule of his Father, and he could go without any vocal complaints.

When the blurry, foggy world cleared, the boy hummed a few notes in approval. He had little regret with lending a hand, for the first thing he saw was an elegant fountain-esque feather that was more than enough. Snickering happily, the prince temporarily let his emotional and mental armor fall. His eyes sparkled with the light of naivety, though just as fast as it had appeared, the prince regained his composure. He sighed in relief, as he was just about ready to squeal with joy.

Cyrus' first task was all but complete. Now all he needed to do was take it. As he leaned down, his eyes focused on the lion- or rather, man that was before him. Jaw dropping and golden eyes widening, Cyrus jolted up at what he saw. What in the world? How? Why? What he saw before him was not, in fact, the lion but rather a young man with typical desert attributed. There was also the fact he lacked proper garments. Being the prince, Cyrus quickly averted his eyes and unbuckled his cape. "Here, Mr. Leon, please use my cloak to cover yourself." He said as smoothly as he could, but given the situation, it was very difficult.
No worries! I won't leave. Take all the time you need!
Harp nodded mindlessly. Who else could he come to? He felt so alone. It was as if he had fallen into a rabbit hole into another world where it was so much darker ans scarier. How did the humans cope with this? The air smelled horrible. There was so much ugliness and impurity in the human realm! So much grime and smoke and machinery and mechanical people with automated hearts. The angel found it all very confusing, indeed.

Nevertheless, his current priority was Bel right now. The ferocious, handsome, mysterious and pink-haired demon. Though his eyes caught the red marks, he decided not to mention it. Instead, he chose to chuckle. "What happened to your hair? You look like a fairy..." The cupid commented jokingly. It was really a softer look for Bel. It made him look much less dangerous be that a good thing or a bad thing. "Did Darri do this on purpose? Or what?" He continued, only ceasing his chuckling when asked about the reaper.

A chill ran down his spine. "It was really creepy." Then, in a ghostly voice, Harp moaned, "Despair Bel..." He shrugged. "What did it mean? I know... you're dangerous. You're a demon, after all." He paused. "Or is there... something else?"
Okay. I shall be waiting! xD
What do you mean, exactly? I was thinking that since we're in a Northern setting, maybe we should make the setting take place in a snowy, forested mountain range of some sort. Where is the dragon? In his lair? On the move? Nevertheless, I don't mind how you write it, just be sure not to counter that the prince is by himself.
Ferris watch tentatively as his captor hid behind a door. The sound of fins in the distance sent him into a state of panic, muscles roped around the tender aquatic appendages. When it came to fight or flight, most would pick flight. While Ferris wouldn't run from a fish, a shark was a different thing entirely. Additionally, he proved to be much weaker than any rokea could be. Of course he would be scared if Rus tensed up. What in the world could possibly frighten a rokea...? Something as strong as Rus, or potentially stronger?

Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door. "Rus!" Ferris hissed, not realizing what was happening but registering whatever it was was a bad thing. "What's going on?" The merman crawled over to where Rus was. Since the rokea needed him, he would protect him. Right?
Filler post, to create the tread~
Alright. Thanks for your understanding. :3
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