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She let him lead her in her somber mood. "Yes, I remember. It put me to sleep and made me dream nice things." She smiled slightly and sat down with him, tail flicking softly. Ecara studied him for a moment. "Has Nelphean been out in the rain?"


Aura only laughed at the specticle. "Cymarron, don't eat Munalisk. And all of you calm down. Munalisk, he won't try to eat you again. Vik, calm down." Again keeping order, home sweet home.

"I like to swim in the evening and early morning. The water helps my body to relax." Nelphean put a hand on Ecara's head, and scratched her ears. "I felt that you were agitated, are you feeling ok?" Nelphean began to sing a low tune, and humed a few notes with it, to start the rythem.

"That is strange... May I feel your teeth?" Nelphean asked, as he continued to hum and sing.

Ecara blinked dual colored eyes at him and drew away slightly. She usually didn't let people that close to her, but she was really being bugged by them. She stared at him a moment more before opening her mouth, showing him her fangs.

Nelphean smiled at Ecara, and placed two fingers on the tips of her upper fangs. He allowed his energy to flow into the mouth, and noted that she was actually growing new teeth... The elf smiled as he pulled his hand away slowly. "I think your teeth are changing... New ones seemed to be forming behind these ones." Nelphean reached out, and softly held Ecara's hands. "I think you are growing up."

The elf smiled warmly, "Allow me to sing you a song, to help comfort yoru hidden pain." Nelphean sang a very lvoely and soothing song, as though each word was designed to stimulate comfort.

Ecara closed her mouth and looked at Nelphean like he was stupid. "Silly...I don't grow. How can I grow new teeth when I'm not supposed to?" Her hand went back to tugging at her ear. But then she merely listened to him, eyes feeling slightly heavy already. What was it about singing that always made her so sleepy.

Aura was still leaning against the counter, still lost in thought. Her mind kept hitting dead ends. To say the least it was frustrating. She crossed her arms.

Cymarron titled his head.

"Yes. we eat the dead. and when we eat the dead...or what we Hunt..we learn all they know. see all they saw, and feel all they felt..." and his eyes moved to the dragon, "..and in many cases, we gain thier Gifts. physical, and magical. like our venom, our serrated claws, our speed. those were the gifts of a Hunted demon lord. a most painful Change we might add. We were made to hunt all races. and becuase we have...we see in the dark as good as the Tier'Dal. we regenerate as quickly as the Iksar. we are strong like demonkin. and we know thier tongues....by eatting thier tongues. at least to speak them. we cannot write or read in any tongue."

He purred lightly.

"Those we eat are part of Cymarron. we can still hear thier voices sometimes. But we have not Hunted in some time. We fear our Hunting may hurt Lady Nailah with her empathy. we do not wish to cause her any pain, she is most precious to us."

"I don't know, but I would like to believe that it would not." Nelphean answered Ecara's question, "Do you like your song?" He asked with a soft melodic voice, the song still hanging on his lips. Nelphena's pale eyes seemed very crystaline in his head, the sapphire like colour almost bright as Bastet's neclice.

"You are an amazing treasure, Ecara. I hope I am able to serve you well."