Walking through the smal makeshift camp they had made since fleeing the troops she cast a glance around noting all those who had made the journey before heading to a secluded corner where a small fire's flames flickered in the breeze.......

Crouching before it she let her thoughts wander.....a tear rolls down her cheek .....

Slowing to a walking pace and then to a stop, Cyrus` chest heaved. Hands on hips he tilts his head back to the sky and walks in slow circles catching his breathe, it seemed he had been running for an age. Flashes of memories passed, similar situations. Things slotting into place so perfectly they repelled him lest his presence alone destroy the thin threads of chance and manouver that brought circumstances about. This time it would be differant. The light rain falling on his head was bliss, sighting the stars and moon above, he slowly smiled and and spat a curse on the floor.

A tingling in the back of his head brought him back to the here and now, decisions to be made, actions taken, he moved off again, a slower pace, blending with the night, loyal Hell Hound at his heel......

Keeping himself to the shadows, JD stands slightly apart from the the rest keeping his eyes trained into the darkness. Always watching the backs of Althea, Sanith and the newly discovered knight. Who's name that he could not recall.

Letting his mind free he tries to recall the events of the last few days. It all seems a blur to him, one thing does seem to remain with him. His new powers. A power he never new he had before, yet it only seemed to come to force when certain people were in dire trouble.

Remaining still, deep in the shadow's, he returns his watchful eye on the safety of the group. He has little knowledge of these new lands but he feels there path will be a troubled one.

As they started to set up the camp, Kravosh knelt and offered a word of thanks to the sky and to the dragons for there safe arival, well safer that he had felt for a few hours at least. Looking around the camp, he felt better than he had for a long while, he felt like he belonged with people, and there was people that had cared. He saw those that knew the land so much better than he, and those more educated and those who could fight much harder than him. He did not see why they needed him, but he would give him self as much as they needed him,

Standing he removes his armour and then his shirts, allowing the wind to caress his back, on which clearly seen the words "who's next? " scrawled in it deep, the wind causes a tree to deposit some drops of water on it and he sighs as the flesh is cooled,

Looking round again he kneels down and speaks a near silent prayer, "In the eyes of all that is holy, i swear to rid the lands of the unholy curses, those against the creators and the guardians shall be struck down,"

He stays knelt for a minute or 2 letting his thaughts gather and his mind seek silence, the past is behind the future is a road un traveled, one that he plans on traveling a long way.

Anyone watching Rygar earlier would have noticed that immediately after their retreat he had been ranting and raving about not knowing what the hell was going on and why did he have to get all mixed up in this. Whilst doing this he was blasting away the pieces of damaged armour as he took it off to accentuate his rambling points as he talked to the grinning Mr Bo’har.

At the moment Rygar is asleep on the bare ground and surrounded by blast marks, he is sleeping where he unceremoniously collapsed exhausted after he’d taken his frustrations out on shrubs, tree branches, puddles as well as his mangled armour.

(OOC: please bear with me if I am slow with replies and reactions, I don’t get a lot of time to write and I've got another important thread going on elsewhere.)

Her thoughts are quiet and calm as she relaxes her mind and follows the silvery trail that links her to the one she had come to trust......

*Cy*........

{OOC note...anything within *--* are thoughts and something your character would not know IC *

Looking round at his compatriates kravosh kneels to his furs and removes the small rabbit paw of the front of them, then procedes to walk to the small fire, growing closer to Althea he stops, she is clearly in distress, but she is a dragon knight, how can he, what can he do to help?
He hears the almost silent sob of a person whos pains are deep, he can only offer a hand of trust,

"althea, are you ok? is there anything i can do for you" he says in a low calm tone, its one he has spent years perfecting so that small animals do not fear him"

a few moments pass, then a silent response carries through the ether, Neutral and deadpan, she can tell Cyrus has covered alot of ground.

*Yes?*

Her thoughts hint at relief and tiredness.....*Why?*

Aware of someone approaching Althea hastily wipes her cheeks before turning slightly......

Seeing the trapper standing a short distance away.......she casts a glance over him before turning once more to look at the flames....

Her reply is quietly spoken a hint of defeat within it...."Can you alter someones destiny?......."

Looking at her he smiles a trusting smile, "destiny but a point on the horizon, how you reach it is your own calling,"

He looks in to the fire and then takes a deep breath, "my destiny is hidden from me, i dont know what it is, or where i am going to find it"