Old Paths Crossed Once Again [Finished]

[Dragon NPC]

Their transport dropped them off a the gates of the capital city of the 6th layer of Heaven, the quaint Famiel. The settle was littered with small shops and fountains, the vendors peddling their wares of craftsmanship and beauty, only dwarfed by the majesty of the housing arrangements for Heaven guests, their lodgings resembling crystal and marble temples, these luxurious hotels and dormitories located in the city's center. Stepping onto the cobblestone streets, R'Pan held his door open, assuming Sesha would exit after him extending his arm in gentlemanly fashion, this small feat of alturism slightly offset by the same sneaky grin plastered onto his face.

"After you my lady..." He said, looking at the city in awe, despite this being his first visit, a certain feeling of familiarity filled his core, a hint that one of his fellow dragonkin was near. R'pan was off put by this, he had grown familiar to Sesha presence, but this was one from his past, a cold tingle the bit a his insides, and he combed his mind until he could place a face to that aura until it hit like a sharp icy wind. "Could it be... here, of all places in the bounds of creation?" R'pan mused to himself aloud, unintentionally speaking louder than he thought as he stared of into the distance to pinpoint the source of the feeling.

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[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha was still in awe as she was being whisked through heaven. 'Such a wonderous place,' Sesha thought. 'No wonder some people are in such a hurry to lose their lives.'

Passing R'Pan on the left, she couldn't keep happy and positive thoughts out of her mind. She wanted to jump on a cloud and sleep in one. And the structures held the same statutes.

Sesha was stopped mid-stride by the most eerie feeling she had ever felt. The presence of onw who's power exceeded hers tremendously.

Narrwing her eyes, Sesha scanned the room for the strange presence she felt.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Still sulking from his previous exchange of word with both top ranking Celestials, Ilreg walked the streets of his former abode in a futile attempt to calm his nerves, a feat nigh impossible given his temperament and disposition. He seethed with both embarrassment and anger, both from the conversation and the feeling of uncertainty, no longer bound to his mistress Tiamat by thought, the connect severed during his time away, Ilreg felt lost in a sea of loathing, for his own supposed weakness as well as being surround by a population of beings he felt below himself.

His only comforting thoughts were the remote prospect for revenge against the man that defeated him and slain his companion, if he were even still alive, and his dedication to the destruction of all things possessed or influenced by the Yami-ou, taking personal offense to her and her follows allying against him with the same man who sought to do harm. The thoughts of Ilreg's lost companion stirred something inside of Ilreg that he rather not existed, clenching his fists in anger at the sight of the pool of spill green blood, Ilreg took notice of his powerful aura spilling into the open air.

He began to banish the toxic thoughts, the notion of nostalgia from his mind when he noticed these feeling of longing were induced by the familiar presence of his own kind nearby, the feeling of other Draconic beings were very near, one whose fluid and semipermeable aura was distinctly familiar, the other, unacquainted and filled with awe, a trace of wild magic about them, but dragon nonetheless. He stopped in the middle of the street, and turned into the direction where there presence was strongest and felt them out, his keen eyes looking into exactly where they could be, and after seeing eyes he hadn't seen in hundreds of years.



"R'pan..." Ilreg said smugly, his overall demeanor unchanged, but his hands unclenched and his aura in check as he remained stationary, knowing that they would come to him.

[Dragon NPC]

R'pan felt the sharp cold aura lessen intensity, and it was then he confirmed what he believed to be, Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul, his old companion from what seemed to be eons ago had returned from parts unknown. R'pan tried to hide his excitement, but this rational was dissolved when he seized Sesha's hand, "He's here. of all the places in the gaggle of creation he's here, standing so close to us." R'pan bleated with the excitement.

R'pan looked directly toward the site of the aura, and from what he could see, Ilreg had not changed in the slightest, but his face spoke of small bit of weariness, more so than there was in the days of there youth. "Come Sesha, there someone you should meet, another Dragon." R'pan said, his eyes guiding his path to his old acquaintance. He made a slight tug to Sesha's hand before letting go, skipping steps to get to Ilreg. As he got closer he saw the Ilreg had not moved an inch, but this didn't not deter him as he knew smugness was his way and took Ilreg's given coldness in stride.

As he finally stood before his friend, his smile was downplayed slightly, and he leaned to his side, crossing his arms. "Well, the Alabaster Glacier and Lord of Goodwill towards others Ilreg in the frigid flesh. How goes things, and have you long since parted ways with Master Draco?" R;pan asked, noticing the lack of sagely presence that Draco exuded, the boyish grin creeping across his face as his sapphire eyes met with the saffron gaze of Ilreg's.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha was still blindly caught between a rock and a hardplace mentally. Not other than her own father had she felt a presence like this....and maybe that's why it was so paralyzing for her. For hundreds of years, her Father was always there to guide the young dragon girl. But now, that energy was gone. Yet perhaps it may take her to him.

Enough.

Sesha, urged forward by R'pan, followed him reluctantly toward the dragon in front of them. 'Who is this, "Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul" that the boy speaks so highly of?' Sesha thought. 'And why does his presence make me .......nervous?!' That thought made her walk more assuredly, but also slowed her down. A few paces from R'pan's rear, she put her hands behind her back, and balled her fists.
'I'll be damned if I'm caught off guard.'

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

"The river of bile that flows forth into my ear can only have come from one source, an incessant gnat that I have been too merciful to smash between my fingers to quell the auditory dribble." Ilreg said, turning to R'pan, folding his arms. Ilreg took further notice of the other Dragon that accompanied R'pan, a female, slender with blonde hair and and a stare frigid enough to rival his own personality. She appeared to approach them in a defensive manner, the notion of her cowering before him brought a smile to Ilreg's face.

"And who might she be? A pet perhaps, so now you favor the opposite sex these days R'pan, or has the pressure from your father to carry on the family flux gotten the best of you. And you, lower your guard, you should feel honor I am allowing you to be this close to me, if I you wanted to hurt you, you would have had no time to form the pathetic posture you assume now." Ilreg said, turning his snide grin at the other Dragon, who cautiously approached he and R'pan.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha stood for an instant hearing the dragon's words and trying to process them. 'Did he call me a....pet?' Sesha's blood began to boil. 'The very thought of that......such disrespect...who the hell does he think he is?!'

Sesha's hesitance was instantly gobbled up by her anger. She walked directly up to Ilreg....getting what most people would consider too close. Fearlessly staring into his steel eyes, she slowly licked her teeth before speaking to him in a cold yet soft voice.

"Mind your tongue, lest I rip it out of your gullet."

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg could hear R'pan's breath rise in his chest as he was preparing to intervene in their ensuing argument, but he was stopped as Ilreg held his hand to the Water Dragon's chest, blocking him from stepping further, as he smiled in a rare moment of intrigue, finding humor in the defiant rebuttal from R'pan's companion. Turning his attention back to Sesha, Ilreg flashed half of his serrated teeth in a rather wide grin, lifting his face haughtily as he stepped closer to Sesha, completely invading her private space with only a micron between the touch of their noses.

"As if I would allow you to place your soiled mitts upon my skin. You stare into my eyes hungry, but for what one might ask. Do you wish for me too ravage your flesh, a treatment you obviously aren't receiving from present company, thinking you are addressing me, Ilreg, in such a manner as to strike some manner of fear of concern..." Ilreg said chuckling, his cold aura spilling into her personal space. "What is it about me that causes you to stare with such desire. Why is it I can see your lips quiver as you speak, I can smell the perspiration spilling out your hide, I can hear your heart thumping beneath your flat chest... Look at you, your voice was upon the verge of breaking when you began to spit your paltry threats my way..." Ilreg said as his hand ran down Sesha's hair, a terrible cold emanating from his fingertips.

"Save your threats for the fearful girl, and if you value your wretched existence, you will not refer to me in any manner outside of the utmost respectful... Do you understand? or do I have to force feed you discipline like your parents should have." Ilreg growled into her ear, his face now serious again.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Like a leech, Sesha hung on every word that spilled from Ilreg's oral cavity. Meeting his stare with hers, she just kept on thinking as he spoke....'this fool......he thinks so damned highly of himself....just give me a reason...c'mon....that's it...'

As he ran his hand through her blonde tendrils, she prepared to uppercut Ilreg flat on his face. She had just began to curl fer fingers when Ilreg used the one sentence that shook all of Sesha's confidence.

"...Do you understand? or do I have to force feed you discipline like your parents should have."

Sesha stopped breathing, and for what seemed like days internally, she was locked in thought. Her narrow gaze slightly open, her gritted teeth now agape.

'My....parents........' she thought. ' Bastard..........'. Sesha took one step slowly backward, still staring at Ilreg. Her second step backward was wobbly at best. It also came with words.

"Bastard......"
She wimpered as cascading tears flooded her eyes. Glancing at R'pan, who looked as helpless as she felt, she re-curled her lips as she glaced back at the Dragon who so easily found her achilles' heel.
"Bastard!" She managed again before turning a complete one-hundred and eighty degrees and ran back down the hall and street from which they had come. The mighty warrior dragoness was stripped down bare without the lifting of a finger.

As she ran, her tears littered the streets. The whole point of being here was to learn how to fly, so she could access the timestream and find her parents. 'How could I have been so blind as to forget them so quickly!!!' Sesha internalized. 'I would be home with them if they hadn't disappeared. Mama! Papa! where are you ?!?!'

Sesha stopped at a stoop and just sat down and tucked her legs into her chest. Rocking slowly, she continued to cry for her parents.

[Dragon NPC]

R'pan listened as Ilreg's words cut into him, his implications and callous tone something R'pan thought himself used to, but it was totally the case as he still felt the sting of several of the remarks. And then it seemed Ilreg focused his attention on Sesha, who for one would not be talked to in such a manner, or so she thought, R'pan knowing Ilreg's way of dealing with people attempted to intervine, but was quickly silenced, giving in yet agin to Ilreg's bully. The words and cruelty he sent Sesha's way dismanteled the apparently headstrong and outspoken female dragon, reducing her to tears, something R'pan did not expect, but wasn't to amused by.

"Ilreg, there is no need to address everyone as an enemy, do you so relish in causing pin to others you feel any interaction my be seen as combat?" R'pan said in a tone surprising himself, defiant toward Ilreg's treatment of Sesha, who though as arrogant was not in the wrong for simply defending her position against what seemed to be a hostile stranger.

"We came to converse and inquire as to where you've been, not take up our tongues as arms in the arena of conversation, be civil. Sesha, do not take his words serious, he won't really do anything other than berate you if you let him..." R'pan continued, looking toward Sesha, general concerned as to her personal feelings.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

As Sesha cried her eyes out, Her choker began to vibrate. Cirocco, The wind sprite, made his way out of his artifact and buzzed his way around before hovering over Sesha's face. "Ho! Sesha Cries?!" the sprite said. " I can cry if I want." Sesha managed between sniffs. Cirocco's face became serious. "Sesha fight? Sesha no call Cirocco! Cirocco fights!" Sesha couldn't help but smile. Flattening her hands, she stroked her face in between her eyes and cheekbones. "It wasn't that kind of fight." Cirocco cocked his head. "Pain still happens. Pain makes Cirocco happy. Sesha too."
As Cirocco Faded back into the Choker, Sesha wiped her tears. It was amusing that the malicious sprite had made such sense. A Little pain could not stop her from achieveing her goals. Standing, stretching, Sesha walked back over to the Dragon Men, ignoring stares from Passerby who saw her run past them in tears Minutes ago. That weakness was now unnecessary. Folding her arms she walked up to R'pan and stood beside him. She had strain in her voice, naturally from crying so hard.

"Since you know SO much Ilreg..." she said softly, leaning against R'pan for support. "Do you know my parents? I'm looking for them. Nomora King Geri and Mei Kaida Tonbo. The flux of TLANEXTLI SUN YOOR. "

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg mostly ignored R'pan's, his insistence on defending his present company in her wretched state at the moment. "Spare me from your chivalrous tripe, she came willingly to engage, and left cowering tail between her legs, blame yourself for not stopping her." Ilreg said stop R'pan, his patience evaporating by second. Ilreg turned his nose up further at her sobs, but reveled in the pain her caused her, thinking she would be much more difficult demeanor and bravado which proved itself to be facetious. After her sobbing had ended, she approached Ilreg, her tear stained face reddened by the flush of emotion directly in front his his own, her strained voice attempting to extract information of Ilreg. Apparently his comments about her parents struck a soft spot in Sesha, not that Ilreg cared about trampling her delicate emotions, as they were the topic of her questioning.

"I've met countless Dragons, why would these two be of any significance for me to remember. And even if I had met them, they are most likely to not be in this place, our kind has had reservations about straying from the Umbra, dealing with these winged mongrels or the the scaleless, fleshy aberrations that pollute there own realm, and squander their resources. Your flesh contains Flux that is old, very old, but it is not familiar to me. Even one such as myself cannot identify a drop of semblance in an ocean familiarity." Ilreg said to both R'pan and Sesha. He was obviously uninterested in staying in heaven, and began to turn from the pair, beginning to head in a direction where he could leave the realm without causing further commotion.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha thought deeply about the actions that transpired before her. Heaven was beautiful, so why did she want to be an ugly person? Because, there was no other way to find her parents, being nice never got her anywhere, why start now? Why not be heartless like........

Sesha called out to Ilreg as he turned his back to her and r'pan. Turning her head to look at r'pan, and gave him a frown before turning back to call for the older dragon. "Ilreg, master warrior and dragon lord!!! Please let me be your apprentice. I'll follow your every word, I swear. " Sesha bent down and placed her
head facing the ground, placing her arms straight out in front of her, bowing And letting herself
completely go, abandoning all alliances. And DEFINITELY not concerned about what R'pan thought.

[Dragon NPC]

R'pan looked into Sesha's eyes as she starred at him, trying to smile to ease the tension that Ilreg has so characteristically caused. It was then that he felt a jab to his heart as she frowned at him, turning to call out to Ilreg, imploring him to stop and take her with him, where ever it may be that he is going. She wanted to study under him be like him, and to R'pan, it felt as if he wasn't even there, a thought more chilling than Ilreg's own skin. He hadn't know Sesha long, but the turn, this new found level of submission to someone who had taken her most sensitive thoughts and laid waste to them, R'pan could not understand.

"Sesha, what are you doing?" R'pan finally forced out of his mouth, kneeling as if he was going to lift her back up. He noticed that Ilreg had stopped walking and was presumably listening. "What happened to our journey Sesha my dear, weren't we supposed to find your parents? You barely know Ilreg, and from what you just saw is this really someone you would seek to condied in?" R'pan said, imploring Sesha to listen to reason. each word felt like glass in his mouth, his conflicted feelings for both Sesha and Ilreg, the latter more so than the former, causing him to wonder desperate what would transpire next.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg listened to r'pan speak to Sesha, words he equated to those of a bleeting sheep, they even sounded as if he was fighting himself just to mouth them. "If she is any kind of Dragon, or adult woman for that matter, she should be able to make her own choices without you simpering influence you softhearted cretin." Ilreg said, laughing to himself, as his back was still turned to the pair. "You want to follow in my footsteps, travel with me and learn my ways as you attempt to incite me with your flesh woman?" Ilreg said, turning to look upon Sesha, his face turning as he saw her prostrated on the ground, R'pan, coddling her, both physically and verbally.



As he noticed R'pan concern for her, a cruel smile spread across his face, if only for a second, it disappeared as he began to speak. "How in the bloodiest of shit stained Hells do you intend to stand by my side, let alone behind me so helpless and weak on the ground. Pull your face from the filth, you body from the coward, and stand, or forever sit in my eyes the weak whore who cannot stand the taunt of her lost parents. Will you burst into tears whenever I address you with scorn, or will you stand your ground and prove yourself worthy of my affections?" Ilreg mused to her sharply, his unforgiving golden gaze staring coldly into R'pan's crystal blue eyes.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha slowly retracted her hands and made a smooth transition to her feet. The Decision Was Made . Sesha knew she was ready to involve herself with Ilreg. His Power, his demeanor, his aura.....it was magically entrancing. If she was more like him, more malicious, more adamant, she could do more for herself. She could serve. Isn't that what woman were for traditionally.

"Look into my eyes, Lord Ilreg." Sesha said as she stood firmly. As the Dragon switched his frozen glare from R'pan to Sesha, she unwaiveringly continued on. "I showed you my soft underbelly. An underbelly I yearn to harden. Never will I show you less than determination, My Lord. And if my words are of no conviction in your hallowed opinion," She Paused. Looking at R'pan sharply, She turned back to Ilreg. "Test me."

[Dragon NPC]

R'pan could only listen as if Ilreg's words were plunging daggers into his already softened heart, knowing full well that he was not the target of the tangent, his repressed feelings towards Ilreg pointed a target squarely on his head. To stand by him was something R'pan considered greatly, admiring Ilreg even in his youth, but now, that idea was fantasy as much as it were insanity. With each word, Ilreg starred into his eyes, and R'pan knew that he was doing this out of pure spite, his hunch confirmed when Sesha lifted her own head, eyes towards Ilreg. This is why the youthful looking Dragon grew worried, she spoke in a manner of blind loyalty, imploring Ilreg to give her some test of cruelty towards him no doubt.

Forcing himself to smile, R'pan stood to his feet and met Sesha's new found stare of malice, closing his own eyes, unsure of if it was to fight back tears or look more poignant as he spoke. "It seemed that I have found an old friend and lost my new companion all in the same day. Some say providence are the Shapers way of making us out to be pawns, small pieces on a large board, unaware of the moves we make, and today it appears I have lost my place. That look Sesha... it fits you well, but scowling so often can ruin a face even as beautiful as yours." R'pan said, his voice thick with sadness, draining his tears back into his eyes. His heart seemed as if it weighed a ton, and although it pained him greatly, he knew he was no match for Ilreg verbally or physically, and he would consider today a lost cause. "I've always been fond of ponds and fountains, but I cannot stand the ripples in the water for the life of me..." he said, and with that, R'pan turned and walked away from the pair, his eyes leaking only after back was turned and he was several feet away.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg watch with a mixture of pleasure and disgust a R'pan walked away, spouting his usual sentimental dribble before walking away, a coward as always in Ilreg's eyes. "Such weakness is unbecoming to one of our own race, were he any other manner of creature I'd slay him where he stood." Ilreg spat in hyperbole, turning his attention beak to Sesha. For all his talk and bravado, his now was unsure of what he had in store for his new companion, he had only meant to wound R'pan's pride with his words to a minimal degree, as minimal as it could be given his sullen nature, not abscond his companion, a woman he had no use for. He much rather prefered the more bestial company of his hounds, now a singular since the excursion into Hell cost him the life of Cer-dra. She looked at him with eyes so eager, readily to learn and live by his example, something that he would have to grow used to now.

"Your first test, never become like that in my presence. I cannot hope for you to remain as composed when I am not around, but never stand before as weak as that cur." Ilreg said, pointing to R'pan, slightly upset that his words were taken so literally, his preferable life of solitude encroached upon by an apprentice, a notion of the most foreign variety, thinking back to his time with the sage Draco in his youth, almost a dozen lifetimes ago. With an open hand, her drew a line in the air, and summoning his strength, Ilreg shot a beam of frozen light, reveling a tear in the Nexus, his place of solitude visible on the other side. "Come whelp, I no longer wish to remain here in the realm of idiots and weaklings..." Ilreg said in authorative tone to Sesha, stepping into the open rift.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha kept a clear gaze on Ilreg the entire
time as he continued to release his stone cold glare unto R'pan. The dragon-boy spoke his thoughts aloud, but Sesha couldn't respond to him. She wanted to, her heart strings tugged at by his words. 'no weakness, no more.' Sesha thought as she stood with her arms at her side. Then , deciding on the stance her father taught her, she spaced out her legs, and placed
her hands behind her back at the small of her back. Good timing, too, because Just then, R'pan had departed, no doubt feeling defeated, and Ilreg returned his glare to her.

Sesha unwaveringly listened to Ilreg's words as if they were law. As she followed
him into the rift, she smirked to herself. 'in order to obtain power....in order to find out what happened to my parents.....Ilreg....I will serve.....I will obey .....and I will follow.....'

The thought made Sesha chuckle.

'Heh, sounds like obedience school all over again......'