That rage and anger followed Demetri. A wave lapping at his heels as he disappeared further into the forest. His heart clenched, a heavy weight upon it. Each time it was agony, for so long he had waste days toiling around the forest for an answer. It didn't come until one night when he realized the one source of his magic changed. From her tiny form, she weakened. He soon found she used it to entice Peter, to give herself the feeling of being wanted in exchange she gave him magic. To fly. To soar. To escape this land of Neverland.<br/><br/>In reality it was all a game to that thing. But to rid that thing that held Peter and fed from that wicked pixie which was more dark in her then there was light was to first get rid of her. Ecko had to die and Demetri was all to ready to end her and her devilish games. His head tilted back, that black hood of fur and feather dropped to his shoulders. The rain pattered down against his sleek black hair clumping it together. His dark eyes were cleansed in the droplets, staring up through the trees and to the sky. In between the gray crying clumps of clouds he could see the midnight blue sky. Stars twinkled like lights of hope and a waxing moon bared her brightness. Upon a sliver of her light he felt the cold of it all, soon, Ecko would take Peter for herself.<br/><br/>He never really wondered but what did that other male think? Cyrus was his name? Demetri knew of him well enough, the one who sulked in the forest, raged against the pirates to let off steam. The one who was quite stealthy, but not as skilled as Demetri. He felt bad for the girl, he knew she was dragged in. He had seen her visits, she had changed Peter, but it wasn't enough. Something else stirred in her presence and in the end she wasn't enough either. She could not save Peter either.<br/><br/>An owl soared above, the light of the moon blocked and just like that a cloud blocked the moon. His dark eyed narrowed and a slender hand tugged up his hood. That was not good, but the breeze was a sure sign of all to pass. His leathery hide covered feet moved like a whisper and he wound the maze of byers and devil walking sticks that thickly clumped a section of the forest. A subtle path for him alone, a weaving of his body, a brush of a thicket and he was encased in a dry home of warmth.<br/><br/>Ecko danced in the air, a flutter of dusk sprinkled from her body. The drunken boys given just enough of a lift to hover above the ground. She was at her weakest, but she never let anyone know. The moon was almost full and a trade would be made. A night of being a size Pan could enjoy. Or well Ecko could enjoy and it was high time! Specially with Tori moving on in. The pixies eyes narrowed as she fluttered, weaving in and out of the boys, over heads and under arms.<br/><br/>She took from Pan and he took from her. His energy supplied her with the production of an ever powering dust. A trade both won from. His mind had been elsewhere and over the past months she noticed this. He was changing. For the good. For the bad. Honestly to Ecko she didn't care. This group of boys was a passing entertainment to her, but Pan was hers. Not Cyrus's. Certainly not Tori’s.<br/><br/>She left their commotion, she followed the anger she felt, a ripple in the air it sent. The other boys didn't feel it, didn't seem to be aware, but nothing got past Ecko. Or so she thought. She spotted her favorite Lost Boy, the King of Neverland. She hovered, she could see the anger. A glance to the sky and she fluttered down. The rain did a number to her wings and despite his anger she landed to his shoulder. Small hands held his neck as she leaned into him. “What troubled you Pan?” Her voice a tiny chime in his ear, she had failed to see this trinket as her wings tucked against her back and she tried to shade herself against him from the rain.