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Renji shook his head. "I am fine for now. Rest. I feel better being able to watch over you as well my sister." He smiled softly then nodded. "I will wait for you to go eat, so we can be together more."

Lina nods to Renji before turning her amber eyes to the last place she remembers Garron being. "Garron, there is a room through there that you may use for now. It's just slightly smaller than this one." She indicates an alcove with a black curtain. The curtain hides the entrance to the other room. She pulls off her shoes and curls up on her bed, not even bothering to undress or change into sleeping clothes. She keeps some part of herself touching Renji at all times. It is what she needs, the contact. Without it she has horrid nightmares.

ooc: Currently, Garron has simply made himself forgetable. Uninteresting. So that unless you are seriously looking for him directly, or need to talk to him, or the like, you'll usually just glance right past him, thinking him uninteresting, and not worth the attention. Anotherwords, he's made himself forgettable. mrgreen

It doesn't take Lina long to fall asleep. It has been a busy day after all. She needs the rest greatly and is thankful for Renji's presence. She wouldn't have asked Garron to stay in her bed with her so she would have been plagued by nightmares. Now she isn't.

Meanwhile as the too youngsters slept on, two pairs of deep, grey, dragon pupiled eyes peered from from behind the black cloth. Watching them both with a curious, soul searching gaze of an age old creature of immeasurable strength. Garron, was currently pushed to the back of Illiors mind, as the man sized black, grey, white, and silver scaled dragon watched ver the two young ones. His massively muscular, rippling, and yet frail, deathly looking standing figure showing of majesty, reverance, and yet sorrow, and the weary knowledge of time and it's consequences. Ah... The gruesome trials of youth... Nothing compared to the greater trials of beings such as them... Before this month is over, I've no doubt I'll be needed to reveal myself and intervene. Illior then began to ponder what he'd do with Garron.. Stubborn son of a War Lord that he was didn't wish to admit the fact that this was not his life of battle, but of racial preservation. He needed a family, or at least an heir of some kind... How would this be accomplished.

"A prosperous life to you my sister." Came the smooth silvery, metallic voice of Illior as he stepped out from behind the curtain. He stood at roughly seven foot two, wide shoulders, trunk lie arms and legs, clawed hands, and a tail almost twice as long as Illior himself was tall. His scales seeming to constantly change colors between a dark, forboding blackish grey, a neutral grey, a shining, lively silver, and a majestic white. All these colors intermixing, and playing across his large scaled, unclothed form with all the majesty, and yet all the terrible power of an entity who controls the life and death of billions. Garron's clothes, which wouldn't have fit Illior, were back in the alcove, along with Garron's weaponry. But Garron himself was gone, pushed to the back of Illiors mind as the dragon spirit possessed his body.

Illior's elongated mouth conformed to a slight smile, as much of a smile as a dragonic face could accomplish. This dragoness was easily pleasing the the eye, and then some. However, his desires were always under tight wrap, not letting her sudden tail, her lithe form, nor her sudden stricken attitude and blushing which made her all the more desirable effect his body in any noticable manner. He was quick however to address another subject, so as to hopefully spare the young dragoness any further embaressment. His eyes moved to look down at Reji, and then to Lina. "Shes a special child isn't she... Even Garron thinks so... That fatherly lug of a Monkathian that he is won't admit it though." He said with a hissing laugh, disarming, and joking. He always found it funny to observe and comment on his hosts still childish, and unpredictable and unorthidox actions and thought process.

Illior let out another chuckling hiss as he looked back at the dragoness. Inhalingher scent, and taking in the measure and worth of her life... Beutiful, and overall quite worthy. But ths was not his body. He then listened as she mentioned Lina possibly falling for Garron. At this he looked back at the alcove where he'd once laid inside Garron's body. Now he was in control of that body, and Garron sleeping in the bac of his mind. "Garron's love for this girl is more of an adopted father... He thinks of her as almost his daughter, not that he'd ever know that this was the way he felt... Garron so often shies away from such unknown emmotions. Poor man, won't even admit the fact that his race dies with him and his cousin, unless he tields to the inevitability of his current life cycle." He said with a shrug, his tail flicking about in consternation at his hosts stubberness. "But off that subject, I still haven't introduced myself have I sister?"