The Moth

[Azure_Ghidorah]

Hollow Cynder sighed, mentally hissing that the next time she found it, she would blast it with a Cero and be done with it.

"Alright, hopefully it won't take too long to recap..."

The Hollow dragon did so, but smeared the story so that it appeared as if she was in control the entire time, so she wouldn't have to explain the whole part about there being two Cynders essentially. That would take longer then she intended to stay here for. It only took about four minutes to bring the lycanthrope up to speed on what happened, and by then, the Hollow had picked herself back up and had her wings spread wide, for she was ready to take flight and get out of this forest, not really eager to meet the 'Mothman' again after so short a recovery time.

[Talon]

The werewolf scratched his furry chin as he slowly reverted back into his human form, a large dark-skinned man with black hair tied into a ponytail and red iris's.

"I see... so he never made any threatening motion towards them..." He muttered to himself.

He glanced back at the other two in the area, then nodded.

"You're dismissed. If you see it again, don't hesitate to tell me. I'm always around the forest."

He turned, assuming a crouched position, then paused.

"Oh, and by the way... if you see a white-furred werewolf, ask her what's wrong. She's my neice, and she's been sulking about for days, and I've no idea why. She won't talk to me about whatever it is."

With that, he nodded and bounded off into the next tree, then onto the ground and casually strode off. Mortis blinked, glancing about. He glanced at Hollow Cynder, opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it back shut, crawling down the tree's trunk and onto the forest floor, skulking off with a contorted look on his face.

[Azure_Ghidorah]

Hollow Cynder frowned at that.

'Something wrong?'

"Hey... Didn't Solranous say something about some one dying last time he contacted us?" The Hollow asked the wyrmling in her mind.

"Uh... I think he did... Wasn't it someone called... O'Malley?"

"That sounds right... Maybe this niece of his is sulking over that machine..."

Cynder 'frowned' at that, "Maybe..."

Hollow Cynder sighed, and took off. Cynder was letting her have control a lot more now a days... but that may be because she's turning soft, even though she's vehemently denying every bit of it...

[End Thread?]

[Talon]

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