OoC: Let us try this again Drago-sama. You said you'd respond this time, and I hope you do. Here goes... Using Zorlo, link in sig.

BiC: The aura master walked silently as he looked upon the massive mountain range and mountainous path that stood before him. The small camp that fencer was staying at was comfortable, but the fencer wanted to head into the mountains to get to training himself again. The natives, who's camp the aura master was staying at, warned him to not foolishly head in without a guide, mostly because of stories of what lived in the mountains in this area. The fencer sat around a fire with two of the natives who were discussing what exactly it was they had supposedly seen in the mountain range whence last they had been up there; however, they did not speak of it to loudly, to avoid worrying the younger children and older people of the small camp like town.

"I heard that it was some kind of a man with a massive sword that has been killing everything that comes near him with just a touch of his hand," one whispered, not making any real indication of what this man looked like or what he was.

"I heard that whatever it was looked like a dragon and burst whatever it met into a strange colored flame with just a gaze," the second man said, pointing a stick at the first. "Anyway, what would a person be doing in the mountains, a dragon would make much more sense!"

"Like hell it would, dragons don't like the cold. Anyway, they say the man has some kind of odd black, almost fire like, energy running around his body."

"I'm telling you, its a dragon," the second man yelled.

"Human!" The first man declared.

"Both," the fencer told them, taking a bite of his breakfast.

"What do you mean both, boy?!" The first man said as he sat back down upon his stone.

"I mean, he is a dragon that can take a human form odds are. I've heard about it once or twice before from people that have seen things like what you two are describing."

"Really?" the second man said as he sat back down as well.

"Well, if you really want to know, there is only one way to know," the fencer told the two black haired natives. "We have to go up and investigate ourselves," the fencer said, brushing off his jacket and standing up.

"Good idea," the two men said in unison as they got up and the three headed into the pass, just outside of the camp. They did not know what it was they searched for, but they snow that began to fall as the three followed the path was annoying, namely because it limited visibility. They began to head higher and higher until they found themselves lost. The snow began to fall faster and faster, quickly becoming a blizzard, which worried the green haired man. Suddenly, he caught sight of something, a cave, but it looked fresh, so how could that be.

"A cave, lets go hide," he told the two men as the three people headed into the cavern and sat down, drying themselves off from the wet outside. The green haired man examined what he could see of the cave and looked around at the walls of it. He noticed that the walls were strangely smooth cut, and the fencer did not know how this was possible. He ran his hands across the walls, and then came to a startling conclusion. "We've just walked into someone's home," he told them in a worried tone.