The throne room and Lounge

ah . . . the little ones. the pure and the innocent . . . they can sway powerful minds can they not? -he snorts then and turns around briskly on th eball of his black foot. following out after the afraid woman- i shall handle her

Mayy finally stopped running when she got to what looked a small cave. She walked in exhauseted and as she entered the dark cave she collasped on her knees and wept. "I-" May was sobbing so much that she could hardly speak.

-silva snorted. having followed her scent to where she was. after a little while of running on all fours like that of a animalistic beast. a pretty damn scary one at that. and there she was. on her knees. crying like a little babe as if in pain. emotional it may be. but still pain. he lumbered forward. kneeling down on a knee behind her. and his large black wings wrapping around the two. and drawing her to his armored scaly body. a low snort coming from him- oh calm down little angel. nothing is worth crying over. it simply causes grief. and that is something no friend wants upon you. so tell me. what is it you hurt over?

She looked up the dragon with her blood shot eyes as tears still poured down her face. "An arguement killed them.. an arguement over.. over.." As she tried to answer Sliva's question she began to sob once more.

-his eye quirked. typical flesy ideals. that arguments should be killed over- oh please. if they killed each other over words. then they most certainly DESERVED to die. rather there stupidity leave this world. as harsh as that is it is the truth -he snorted. grabbing her face and shaking it- NOW CALM DOWN. crying doenst help anything

May slapped his hands away from her and said, "They had an arguement with the demon dragon ABOUT ME!!!!" She raised her voice as she walked across to the other side of the cave.

arguing with hose that are your greater. is never a smart thing -he snorts standing up. a low annoying growl coming from the mighty black drake- especially with demons. they don't listen to reason. and they don't care about anything.

"I wasn't really sure why the arguement was about me but I overheared the demon saying he wanted me for something but I could not hear. I peeked out my bedroom door as my mortal parents were kicking the dragon out. Just a he walked out the door he transformed into a human." May said turning back to look at Silva.

May walked up to the throne room enterance with her head down in shame. Her eyes, still red from crying as she took a step on the throne room floor. She glanced up and saw Shira on his throne. She bowed in great respect and said, "I'm sorry for my horrible outburst, its just that arguments bring back the horrible memory of my parent's murder."

May stood up straight as she felt her aura become extremely sad and dark. She sat down next to a pillar and closed her eyes as she felt the tears roll down her face once more.

May felt someone walk into the room but did not look up to see who it was. She didn't want them to see how emotionaly hurt she was. Her wings suddenly grew small; small enough to just cover her up her small body.

-silva made a low annoyed snort as he stomped into the room. his eyes clearly baring down upon the angel. a hand softly. yet firmly. reaching between her wings to pick her up with his large hand by her small waist. and a low snort coming from him- stop sulking like a babe. set upon by wolves. your not going to make anything better by crying. so WOMAN UP

She looked up at Slvia in repsonse and nodded. She wiped her tears as she was picked up onto her feet. "Your right Slvia but I could easily be killed fighting the demon dragon, I don't think I have any useful powers."