Into the south, Night and Arc

[Night]

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Acriculus Orion Aetherius
(Arc)

Night pulled herself up onto Arc's back, carefully aranging herself so that the packs on her back and the ones under her holding Arc's supplies wern't digging into the vulticus's back. You ready to go? She asked the vulticus silently. He wagged his tail, causing it to beat against her back as if reasuring her.

Have been for a long time. He laughed back, eyes twinkling as he looked over his shoulder at his companion. Night chuckled and nudged him forward with her knees, causing him to start off at a jaunty pace out of the gates of the ranger station.

They hadn't traveled long before the stark wilderness became visible; it was much different from the labs themselves. She liked it; it felt more like the home she had lived in during the times before she had lived at the labs and after she had run away from her parents house. It was peaceable, in a way. But also made her weary; what could be lurking in teh dark, just beyond her vision? Surely not much, as the shadows were still flickering in the mid-day sun. The times when they would really have to worry were before them, when the sun set and night fell.

Arc, seeming to register her thoughts, gave a half-shrug; He didn't want to knock her from his back. I'm sure we have nothing to worry about. We've always been able to take care of ourselves before. I dont see why this would be any different. He reasured her, causing her nerves to calm some but not completely.

Night stroked his ears from her possition just behind his shoulders, smiling slightly. I know. But... we're facing the unknown here. Arn't you worried? She asked, perplexed. Usually Arc was the rational side of things, while she was the loose one that desired nothing more than adventure and no human contact.

No. Should I be? The way he said it made Night re-asses her nervousness. Did they really have a reason to be afraid?

I guess not. She amended after a few moments silence, in which they walked steadily onward. Night checked the possition of the sun, making sure they were heading due south. Confirming their direction, she urged Arc to turn a little bit to the right and they continued.

[Night]

It wasn't that long before the forests and wilderness became thick; it was quite clear that human habbitation had never really been through this area. How you holding up? She asked Arc, curious to make sure he was alright.

I'm fine. He said, bobbing his head in some kind of strange nod. Not even tired yet. He added. Well, he wouldn't be; they had just barely started off. BUt he thought it would be a good idea to make sure she knew this.

Okay... but just tell me when you need a rest and I'll walk. She lovingly pet the side of his neck, laying the fur down over his collar.

M'kay. He chuckled back, ears flicking back in contentment. So, how far until you want to stop and set up camp for the night? He said, looking around at the thick underbrush already digging at his legs.

Night thought for a few moments. I dunno. Maybe when we find a suitible place? I know not at least until.... She looked at the sun once more. I'd say as soon as the sun reaches about there. She remarked, pointing to a place in the sky just a few inches from where it would be when it was sinking behind the hills in the distance. That will give us about half an hour before sunset to set up camp. She nodded smartly.

Arc stepped over a particularly large bush, it brushing the bottom of his stomache as he passed. Night lifted her feet so her legs wouldn't get caught up in it. Its pretty wild out here already. Can't imagine what the jungle looks like... She frowned, fiddling with the sword on the belt of her jeans.

He nodded once more. Yeah. Do you think anyones ever been out here? He mused alloud curiously.

Maybe... but its been a while.

[Night]

Looking behind them, the Ranger's Station was still just barely visible in the distance. Though they had been traveling for about 30 minutes now, the trees had yet to become too increadibly thick around them. The building looked small, however, which meant they had so far been making good time. You winded at all? She knew he probably wasn't, but she was very protective of the large vulticus. Though he probably had more ground in his protectiveness over her; she was small and vulnerable and he was huge and muscled. The differences between the two were almost comical. But the love was visible around them, almost like an aura that simmered just below the surface of their skin.

I'm FINE. He assured her, almost exasperated but not able to find the part of him that could bear to be irratated at his companion. Really. If I get tired, you'll know anyways. He joked, refering to their unnatural link in both mind and feelings.

Well... yeah. She allowed. She couldn't keep the grin from surfacing on her face as they finally steered out of sight of the solitary building behind them. Now, more than ever, she felt the stirrings of excitement in her. There was no turning back now...

Would you actually want to turn back? He asked her, following the train of her thoughts. She just shook her head; this was an opportunity that was far to amazing to pass up. And she was going to take every leap she could before she had to go back to the simple life she lived at the labs.

Understanding her need to think, Arc sauntered on in silence for a little bit. He dodged several trees, weaving through them easily. Night took the honors of assuring their direction; they were still going south, it seemed, if her direction was not wrong.

Her tail twitched with eagerness. What do you think we're going to find? She finally burst out when she could stand the silence no longer.

WEll... what are the possibilities? He retorted almost imediatly, though there was the slightest of pauses in which he had gathered his thoughts.

There are so many! I mean... there are Dash-claws, like Sindri, She named one of the creatures back home in her kennels. She had gotten her roommate to feed her creatures while she was away...And then the creatures that they have tamed. Dev had one of both; some kind of Dash-claw dog, and then something like a smaller version of a real dash-claw. Or maybe we'll discover a completely new species! She was almost bouncing up and down in sheer pleasure; she would be most happy if they found something totally new.

[Night]

As he walked, Night stroked his wings. They were interesting; she still wasn't sure what had caused their sudden growth, but it amazed her. The two great appendages stretched from him and easily covered her legs as they lay across them. They seemed as though they themselves were drawn on, each feather fine and having a light grey outline like a pencil mark. Eraser marks here and there... she found them amusing, in a way that said she could simply trace the featered shapes for hours without being bored.

What are you thinking about? The vulticus asked her, peering over his shoulder and very narrowly avoiding hitting a tree as consequence.

I dont know, really. There's just... there's jsut so much to take in. She responded, casting a glance around at their surroundings. The forest was becoming thicker around them, casting them into an eiry greenish half light. It was enjoyable; easy on the eyes, at least. And it was easy to see that the sun was making its way across the sky steadily by the way the shadows were slowly slooping to one direction; it was getting later.

Arc yawned; it had been a long day, somewhat, and he was starting to get tired. Do you want me to walk? She asked him.

No. I can carry you. He assured. Night heard the edge of weariness that lurked beneath his words, however, and slid off to continue their voyage on foot.

[Night]

After another hour of walking in silence, Night caught a glimpse of the sun behind the trees. It was steadily heading towards the east, and only a few more minutes remained before it would slowly start to sink. That gave them roughly... an hour.

She pointed this out to Arc, who was at this point barely awake and just following the sound of her voice. Coming to a break in the shrubbery, she halted her friend and appraised the land before them.

It was relitivly flat, with large trees on all sides, the sun barely visible above them. The ground itself was fairly dry, and Night decided it wouldn't be a horrible place to stop for the night.

Clearing the dense brush that covered every expanse of forest floor would be a challenge. Sighing, she took the sword from her belt and began to cut and hack at the roots of each large weed and plant.

It was a few more minutes before they had a suitible sleeping space. It was a large, almost perfect circle; just big enough to house both her and her companion, along with a fire to keep warm. They wern't yet very far south of their starting place, and therefore it would still be cold as the night wore on. The frost would no doubt be there when they awoke; they should do their best to prevent freezing in the night.

Turning to Arc, she prodded him from his slumber; he had fallen asleep on his feet. Time to set up camp, bud. She told him with a grin. He grumbled something inintelligable, causing her to snicker at him. Then, she pulled her pack from her back and started rummaging through it. Not finding what she was looking for, she untied Arc's load and continued looking, finally coming up with a box of matches before getting up to search for kindling.

[Night]

Finally she managed to get a small fire going. It had taken long enough; alot of the wood she had found was damp from the trees dripping on them, or from a recent rain. It must rain alot here, she thought. Or else the plants wouldn't have grown so big.

She was too tired to eat, and judging by the state Arc was in she figured they woudl both hold over until morning. After all, it had been a long day and they had alot to look forward to in the morning.

She lay the damp wood around the fire, surrounding that in large rocks that she had managed to dig up. When she was finally satisfied that the fire would be contained, and that it was warm enough to keep them from freezind and bright enough to keep any encroaching beasts away, she finally settled down next to Arc.

Looking up at the sky, as little as she could see of it through the leaves, she vaugly registered that it was clear. No point in setting out the tarp, or even the bedroll. It was nice and cozy here by the fire, after all....

She snuggled closely into Arc's side. Goodnight, Arc.

Humh? OH. Goodnight. He yawned back, clearly not registering what he was talking about. Night managed to laugh once at this before she drifted peacibly off to sleep, dreaming about adventures to come.

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The next morning, she woke to an odd rumbling noise. Arc was still sleeping, snoring rather loudly, but that hadn't been what had woken her. She was quite used to it, really. She opened her eyes to find she was curled practically underneath the vulticus, having his tail and one wing laying over her protectivly. He must have woken in the night to change possitions.

No, what had woken her had been the very loud rumbling of Arc's stomache right beneath her ear. She couldn't control the fit of giggles that it brought on, no doubt doubled because she had just woken, and eventually the noise woke the vulticus up. Wha's so funneh? He said, looking at her bleary eyed and slurring his words. He wasn't completely awake yet.

Are you hungry, Arc? She asked him, barely containing her smile. It really hadn't been that funny, but something about it made her want to burst out laughing again.

Finally fully in the present, Arc had to think. Yes! He suddenly exclaimed. Night chuckled to herself and got up, not bothering to change clothes, to make breakfast.

[Night]

Cutting a large chunk out of a steak and laying it before him, Night then turned around to make her own breakfast. There wasn't a whole lot to chose from, but enough that she had a hard time making a choice. She finally decided on just a simple cheese and crackers meal, and proceeded to eat.

When they were full enough to carry on, she began to pack up camp. Having no thumbs or anything else that could help out, Arc sat down by the fire and watched his companion, offering advice here and there when she seemed caught up in something. The camp slowly made its way back into the packs, and she tied the smaller of the two securly to the vulticus just as it had been yesterday.

The last thing to go was the fire, emptying her canteen over it so that it wouldn't be a hazard to the wildlife. She found a nearby stream running through the deep heart of the woods around them, making sure the water was clean before filling all three water jugs. Appeased that their camp was all packed, she pulled herself onto Arc's back using the packs as leverage. The final of their luggage, Night's own backpack, rested across her own shoulders.

Well, I think that's everything!' She said happily, eager to set out on their second day of adventure. She would be the first to admit that their first day had been rather uneventful, but it didn't matter much. They were deeper into the untamed wild now, and surely they would see something interesting today!

They set out, moving in the same direction as they had the day before. Night could easily tell how to do so; the path they had stumbled along last night was still visible in the meager morning sunlight.So, how do you like being an adventurer so far, Arc? She asked suddenly, hoping he would be just as cheerful this morning as herself. Arc wasn't usually that much of a morning person....

Oh, its fair enough. Though the creatures are bound to get bad the farther south we go... He replied. Night hadn't thought about that.... that was a very good point. But... they would get over that bridge when they came to it, she decided. No point in fretting over something so trivial.

Well, I have you. What more could I need? She asked. I know you'll always be there, and I'm sure that's all the protection I could ever want. She smiled.

Just think of me as a guardian angel! He said happily. After a few moments of silence, however, he added, Or a stalker. Night laughed at this; a stalker indeed! The creature had followed her since she had found him abbandoned years and years ago. Hadn't let her out of his sight since.

If we say your the first, we wont get as many strange looks.... She told him, meaning when they got back to civilization. Arc nodded and chuckled, taking another step forward and taking them further and further away from the place they had called home just the day before.

[Night]

Arc's point of veiw

It was strange; the grasses were so tall in places that they were almost in my face, no small feat for someone my size. I paced in silence, listening to Night scribble away in her journal as she sat upon my back. I barely registered the weight; she weighed about as much as a girl her age should, but i was also much larger than her and used to carrying her. It was almost enjoyable, actually, knowing that I was keeping her safe and making her life easier.

I could imagine how her face is now; eyes squinted at whatever she was sketching, hoping to finish before I walked by. Tounge stickign out... it was quite funny to watch Night sketch. I stretched my wings, making sure to pull them down instead of up so as not to obstruct her vision, and continued walking.

It was an interesting treck; we saw a number of things, from strange and new bugs to a herd of what appeared to be galabex running away from the noise my heavy paws made. They were amazing, completely unchanged by people and therefore larger than would be normal... Night hurridly sketched one, then leaned down to show me. Look about right? She asked.

I pretended to be offended. Oh, right. KNOWING I cant see and all, I tried to keep a strait face, but couldnt' keep the grin from escaping on to it. She was just so genuinly oblivious to everything! It was sweet, in a way. I think it looks fine. I assured her, after having to tell her I was joking to stop the flow of rushed appologies. I could still somewhat see, after all, and from what I could glimpse it looked almost exactly like the strange deer-like creatures that had rushed by just moments before. She must have started drawing as soon as she noticed them...

Around midday, we had to stop to eat. Night seemed unhappy about this, but agreed that we must have some kind of food or we would pass out in the growing heat. Getting farther south, the climate was starting to change. We couldn't have traveled more than 14 miles from where we disembarked this morning, but already the sun seemed hotter and the bugs just a little thicker, as if they were grouping up more the farther we went. They probably were.

As I ate my steak, I watched Night nibble at her food and write in her book. She wanted to record everything from this adventure; she had told me before we left. I didn't blame her; no doubt it would be amazing.

Soon as she noted I was finished eating, she scrambled over to me and we proceeded, stepping further into the forest. It showed no signs of thinning, and it would be hard to find our way back. No doubt it would be strait north, or at least fairly strait up, but I asked about it anyways. How will we get back? I asked her, my eyes squinching together in what seemed to be worry.

I've been drawing a map according to the possition of the sun and our surroundings. Came her answer. I laughed; so thats what she had been getting down! I knew she couldn't have been writing THAT much. She would probably save the log until the end of the day. After all, what use is knowing how to make a map if I'm not going to use it? this way we dont have to lay a trail of breadcrumbs. She snickered at her joke, a refferance to a childs tail that she had once told me. i joined in on the laughter, and we proceeded.

[Night]

There was very little daylight left at this point; their second day was nearing a close and they would have to stop for camp very soon. Night sighed, scanning the now fairly dense vegitation surrounding them. As the sun was peaking just barely from the hills far in the distance, they found themselves entering a wide area that had already been cleared of growth; a riverbed, no doubt, or at least it used to be. A long, almost trench-like hole was cut from it, though fairly subtly suggesting the use of water. There was no doubt that a great river had once flowed here; maybe it still did, when it rained. But for now, Night figured, it would make a wonderful spot to stop and camp for the night.

Arc wandered over to a jutting rock from the riverbed, legs stiff enough that he didn't want to bow in order for the human to slip from his back. Night clammoured off of him, unbuckling the packs from his back as she went so that, by the time they finished camp, she wouldn't have to worry about undoing the buckles in the dark.

A fire was first and foremost important, though it was now becoming more humid and hot as they sauntered further down the country. They were making good time, judging by how far it seemed they had gone looking at the map that she had made.

Gathering firewood was much less of a hastle; the open area surrounding the forelorn and forgotten riverbed made the sun much more likely to hit the ground, drying out anything that would normaly be soaked from the trees above. It was interesting, though, searching the place. Fossils of all sorts speckled the ground, and Night itched to grab one and keep it, but left well enough alone in fear that she would get over excited and weigh them down more than they were already.

Finally, enough kindling was dug up that they could get a meager flame going. This was all the light they needed as they prepared their evening meal; a cut of meat for the vulticus and crackers, cheese, and jerky for the humanish. They ate in companionable silence, as though if they talked it would ruin the magic of such a place.

not that it would alloud; that would give away their possition to any strange creatures lurking in the brush, and they certainly didn't want that to happen. And there was also the fact that Arc didn't actually have the ability to speak. But ya know... small minor details, In Night's oppion.

Looking up at the sky as she lay out her sleeping arangements. (A small bundle of blankets and a pillow, oftentimes called a bedroll.) It was darker than the night before, and one or two clouds blotted a few of the stars from veiw. Never the less, the sky was amazing this far from civilization with no city lights to dim the scene. Night loved it; though it may rain, she thought after a minute.

Arc was just happy that Night was enjoying herself; so rarely was his companion happy these days that the scant times she was it always elated him. His tail beat against the ground as she pulled herself to her feet, grumbling under her breath as she wrapped the tarp around the supplies; she didn't mind getting a little wet, but if the supplies were soaked they would have to turn back, and she had no intentions of doing so.

At last, she fell down and lay her head against Arc's side, looking up at the sky. One shooting star, zooming alone out in space, lit up the sky for a few moments. Make a wish, buddy. She muttered to Arc in her mind.

Its already come true. He replied; but she didn't hear. She had already drifted peaceably off to sleep.

[Night]

Night's Dream

It was dark; not yet nighfall, more dreary and shadowed like just before it rains deep in the woods. Whispers of leaves agaisn't one another in the wind; it would rain soon, they foretold. They spoke of the future.

Someone was coming.

Night sat in the middle of the clearing, her tail around her as she faced the path. Arc was nowhere to be found. NO telling where he had gone off too; perhaps to hunt. Or maybe she just couldn't see him. He was behind her?

In the dream she could see behind her without turning. Actually, she could see herself. Some kind of omnipotent point of veiw, maybe? Arc lay behind her, looking the same direction she was.

Someone stepped through the bushes in front of them; a dark figure, cloaked in shadow. She couldn't see their face, but the way they walked seemed familiar. Night stood. She had been waiting for this person, which was odd because her real subconscience knew that no one had been expected to show up. She was in the middle of nowhere, alone excepting her vulticus.

The leaves whispered of death; betrayel, long forgotten, rising to present itself when least expected.

And then she recognized him; Rory. The knife, however, was already naked in his hand, pointed at her heart. "I'm sorry." He said in the dream. "But I'm giong to have to kill you." And he stepped forward, blade raised.

Suddenly she was looking at Arc, hearing through his sharp ears the swing of his arm as the knife struck home. A single, broken howl shattered the night as Arc roared his pain, before his eyes slowly closed and he sunk to the ground.

Night woke with a start, her eyes wide. It was not yet daybreak; they wouldn't need to get up for at least another hour. She shivered, remembering the frightening dream, and turned to make sure Arc was still there. No need; he gave a loud snore in his sleep.

She sighed in releif, but couldn't help but be sad. The nightmares followed her, even out into the very depths of the wilderness. surely she should have been able to get some peaceful sleeping this far away from any reminders of her past?

But apparently not. With a stiffled sob, she lay back against Arc. Not daring to go back to sleep, she watched the cloads as they began to get an angry grey color, suggesting a heavy rain later in the day. Soon it would begin to rain; and then they would most deffinetly have to get up.

[Night]

When the skies finally opened and it began to drizzle pitifully, Night stood. She shivered in the slight cold, but didn't bother pulling her jacket on. It was nice and dry under the tarp, after all, and this way she would at least not stink. She nudged Arc in the ribs. Time to get up sleepy. She said, the fear masked by the sleeplessness in her voice. She wouldn't have to tell him about the dream; he probably already knew about it. Its weird how their minds worked like that; she wouldn't be surprsied if they had been having the same dream.

Arc scowled blearily. The suns just barely up! He complained, but once it registered with his tired mind that it was raining he grudgingly got to his feet.

The rain didn't bother either of them, really. It had been a few days now since they had been properly clean, Night being reluctant to slow their travels for anything. And it didn't matter, really; they were the only ones out there. At least for now, Night thought as she remembered her dream the night before. Another shiver, this time not from the cool wheather, shook her body.

Arc said nothing about the nights happenings. He knew that Rory was a fragile topic for the humanish; he had been there, after all. His eyes drooped in what could be tiredness, but was really pitty.

Night could feel it radiating off of him. If it had been anyone else feeling that sorry for her, she would have gotten mad. She didn't need anyones sorrow on her behalf! But Arc was different; he had been there. He knew. He wouldn't try to sympathize with something he didn't understand. Besides, she knew she needed him.

Neither was that hungry, but Night dug through the packs anyways and pulled a small hunk of the steak off for Arc and a peice of jerky out for herself. There would be no good in fainting on the way because they hadn't eaten anything. Then they were prone to getting attacked by animals.

She made sure the packs were wrapped tight in the tarp before levering half onto her back and the other onto her companions. She started to tie Arc's in place, but changed her mind and slid it off. I'm sure resting just a few moments more wouldn't hurt. Its just barely sunrise, after all. She told him, slumping to the damp ground. She should probably change her clothes; she hadn't yesterday, not wanting to dirty all of her wares without need.

Night got to her feet and hurridly changed, not worrying about someone walking in seeings how there was no one. Then she sauntered over towards the river they had been following south and dipped the already damp, dirty clothes in.

She gave them a thourough washing, without soup, and then hung them on a relitivly dry branch to dry. Now they would have to wait for the clothes to dry before they took off... Which shouldn't take too long, as hot as it was becoming even in the rain. They must be getting farther south than she had first thought...

[Silver]

It's wet. It's hot. I'm hungry.

Oh look. What is that over there. A river? Fresh cold water. Sounds good. Maybe I should go over there. Water is always good. Well, except this stuff falling from the sky. That's just annoying. My wings don't work so well when they're wet. It makes it hard to get around, and it's so dark and the sun is gone, and it's still hot!

Ah, to the water already? I'll just land over here and take a drink. I must be careful not to fall in, standing on this rock. I'm not a very good swimmer at all. It would just be terrible if I fell in. Why must I bend over to get to the water? Well, at least it's cool. Rather refreshing after all that flying, yes.

What is that? Maybe I'll go get a closer look.

It seems to be a tree. But those things hanging down, they are not leaves! How peculiar! Maybe I should go check them out! Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Hrm. They're soft to the touch, almost like the fur of a beast... but not. They're quite interesting indeed, despite being very wet. Well. I'm pretty wet too. Darn water from the sky...

Well... maybe I can stay here for a while. It doesn't seem to be raining in the soft things. Let me just... climb... in... here... aha! Just perfect! It's rather cozy in here, actually. I think this will make a very nice home, so close to the river and all. And, if I stick my tail out like this, maybe I can tell when it stops raining! I'm so clever.

Momma would be so proud of me!

So, there she was... a little Rascal Faeron... sleeping in the poor girl's underwear, tail hanging out and all.

[Night]

Night started as a strange scuffling noise started. She looked around, eyeing each bush and tree like it contained something potentially dangerous, until she came to the source of the noise. Her clothes?

Now that was odd. Now what do you suppose that is? She asked Arc with a grin. A small lump was moving around in the pile of clothes as it swung freely from the branch, a long purple tail sticking from her underwear. And that was the funniest part; the odd creature seemed to have curled up in her knickers.

Night stiffled a laugh, getting up to investigate. Teh way the tail was shaped seemed familiar, and moving the sleeve of her shirt asside so that the things head was revealed, she found herself looking into the eyes of...

A rascal fearon. Huh. That was... unexpected. She giggled, pointing it out toArc silently. Do ya think it belongs to anyone? She asked him. He shook his large head, scruffy hair falling into his face as he did so.

OUt here? No chance. Probably wild, most likely, though I supose it could have escaped... He made a shrugging motion. NO telling; this place is really strange. He finished lamely.

Night nodded, gently moving her finger along the little creatures head trying to wake it up. "Hey, little guy. You up?" She asked it, though mentally the pink color of its scales made her want to classify it as a girl. Darn, she wished now she had brough an extra ribbon of telepathy. Then again, she hadn't expected to need it, as the only one she had brought was Arc and he could already speak with her....

Arc scowled. Careful; how do you know its not some horrendous creature in disquise? He asked, casting about wearily and then stepping over to survey the little creature over her shoulder. Though it did look quite harmless, one never could be sure...

[Silver]

...Huh? What's... what's touching me?

Aaaahhh!

What the heck is that thing!? It's huge!

Should I bite it? No... that'll just make it angry! What does it want from me? It can't want my new house! It's too big to fit in here! Well, maybe I should investigate... but I don't want to leave my house... well, here goes nothing! Might as well peek my head out of here, to see what's going on.

What in the world is that thing? That wonderful beautiful thing! Why, it has gorgeous dark fur, and such beautiful wings! It... it's the most beautiful being I've ever seen! I... I must get a closer look! It will require flying past the other thing, but I just have to see this marvelous beauty up close! It will be a risk... but here I go!

Oh my! This four-legged creature is even more beautiful up close! I like him, yes I do! This must be what momma spoke about when I was young! This amazing creature, he is my 'prince'! I am sure of it! Momma told me that when I found my prince, that I would know it. Didn't ever say how, but she said I would know! I certainly do know! This beautiful creature is my prince!

"Greetings, My Most Dear and Beloved Prince!"

Yes, that is the perfect title for such an amazing, wonderful creature! Perfect. Just like his fluffy tail and soft coat and...


She seems to have completely forgotten about her new 'home', and the person 'invading' it.

[Night]

Night moved aside as the fearon pushed past, a puzzled expression on her face as it stopped before Arc. She could hear the conversation vaugely as he thought the words over in his own head, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Erm... Prince? M'am, I thin' ya got the wrong bloke." Arc said, his heavy burr hard to understand since he wasn't talking in his clear,mental voice. Both him and his owner had the leer of someone raised on the streets of London... He was trying to be polite. In truth, he wanted to laugh too; this... thing... what had Night called it? A fearon? This fearon had just called him a prince, and no one except Night and Isis had ever said anything remotely close to that. It made him feel sort of self conscience, like it was making fun of him.

But it was so serious... could this creature really think him her prince? "Though if ya really wan' me too, I could maybe try at bein' a prince. I don' thin' I'de be much good at't." He tried his best at a smile, though his vulticus side betrayed him and made it look much more menacing than should be normal. It looked friendly enough to be classified as such, however, when coupled with his words.

Quit flirting, Arc! Or have you forgotten your married? Night asked, glaring in his direction but unable to keep the delighted smirk off her face. This had been the first interaction with a wild creature they had ever had, unless you counted Sindri. But he had been relativly tame by the time they had even came to know him, so it didn't really count. Ask her what her name its.

Arc oblidged, though he couldn't help but keep the flirtatious twinkle from his eye. "Wha', may I ask, is your name, fair maiden?" He asked her, bowing his front legs and tucking one under in a semblance of a bow. It was almost cute, had it not been in such a serious manor. Arc was so terribly old fasioned, and thereby whenever he met a lady he acted as though the moon had been caught and lassoed by his very hadn and he were presenting it to her to wear on her cuffs. He did it was such grandour and elloquence that one couldn't help but wonder if he had been raised in some other age, one of knights and dragons. But in reality, he hadn never even set foot out of the country. He had spent all of his life with the humanish at his side, and planned to do the same evermore.

Night took a chance and grabbed her journal, flipping hurridly to an empty page and scribbling frantically. She was marking the time, date, and the conversation. She would never let Arc forget this one, and plus it was something she would want to remember simply because it was the first time she had ever seen a creature outside the labs and talked to it. The first she had seen up close, most certainly. Though how it got there... Aske her where she is from, too. She added as a rushed afterthought to her companion.

"And may I ask where such a fine lady as yourself calls home? How did you wind up here?" He didn't want to sound rude or anthing, though. He didn't know how she would take it, so he decided to put in his own explaination. "I would be delighted to see the place that turned out such a beautiful maiden." He winked at her, and Night rolled her eyes.