Hidalgo preened and let out an adorable little cry that sounded more like a bird song than a dragon. He peered around, hoping he'd still get treats. A few moments passed, before Hidalgo was surrounded by a fine red light. It wasn't bright or anything, but there was a strong magical presence that emanated from his figure. No one but Dimitraeus knew that Hidalgo was a shifter. He was short, coming only to Kane's hip, with doll-like features. Hidalgo was absolutely beautiful, his Spanish heritage coming forth with long black hair, tanned skin, and black eyes.<br/><br/>Hidalgo shifted on his feet, trying to get used to being on two legs. He swayed a little. How long had it been? A hundred years? Well, time of course went by differently down here. After another moment, he peered way up at Kane. "Uh, hi? Right...I. Hi. I'm Hidalgo. Wait you already knew that. Um." He pulled his hair over his shoulder and started to braid it, obviously nervous. But Kane had promised he wouldn't kill him. "You're cool. The new third house leader?" He gave him a sheepish smile, avoiding the inevitable fact that he'd have to explain himself.<br/><br/>Topside, Dimitraeus used the kitsune's powers to travel through the shadows. He couldn't actually manipulate time. The spirit had refused that. But he had immortality, at least for a millennium. That and he could control the darkness far better than he ever had before. It took him an hour to reach the nearest city, where he went into a bar. Hells bells he needed to relax. It was bad enough that little shit of a witch had destroyed a soul fragment. Now he was fucking marked, but he still wanted to plot his revenge. He hated being made a fool.<br/><br/>He sat down next to Ashton, then froze. Shit...Shit. That was...He moved to get back up and leave.