Hearing a sound and a voice, Gandrian slowly turned his head upwards and spotted the Dragon parched above him on a branch. From his position, he was given a direct sight of Xionâ??s crotch and the bulge that was naturally there.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf40"><i>Ughâ?¦not exactly the sight anyone wants to see eitherâ?¦</i></span>his mind supplied, but the feeling of disgust wasnâ??t revealed on his features. Instead, the former knight just leered at the other maleâ??s crotch with a pointed look.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??Why, Captainâ?¦ you know the saying. He who protests the most~â?</span>the silver-blue was obviously making a lewd hint at the Dragon. There had been rumors that circulated within the Dark Army, but none had been confirmed. Some said that Gandrian would sleep with only the elite soldiers, be it male or female. Others said that he was the Kingâ??s bitch, dragged down like some dog to be used in any way and service the King. Those people were usually found drowned to death in the strangest ways. But even still, it was known that he was perhaps the strongest under the King, and perhapsâ?¦ his preferences didnâ??t need consent.<br/><br/>Instead of pressing though, the silver-blue grabbed for his clothes and slipped them on, before getting out of the water. With a flick of his wrist, the water hat had soaked into his clothes and slicked him, evaporated and left the former knight dried completely. The eye-patch that had never been taken off since the murder of the Queen, was soaking wet, but like his clothes, it instantly dried.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??You are welcomed to join my bed at any time, Captain, but until then, I suggest we continue.â?</span>Eyes glowing softly in the night, he padded back towards the campsite nearby and ripped a piece of flesh off of the animalâ??s leg that had been roasting. Taking a bite, he leaned against one of the trees for a moment to rest.<br/><br/>Soon, he pushed away from the tree and began to trek away from the campsite and down the winding roads of the fieldâ??s maze. He had had his fill and a nice bath, so it was time to get going. Gandrian knew that Xion would never pick him up on the offer, but it seemed almost part of his nature to tease; just as he enjoyed teasing Nekar, even if they had never done anything.<br/><br/>Not noticing if the other male was following him or not, he paused as he saw the streak of burnt land, Elvin side irritated with the smell of charred wood. Seeing a speck that was another Elvin, he padded towards the female Elf. She was perhaps in her late hundreds, a warrior that was probably standing post. Her abdomen was seared, and as she coughed out blood and reached out for his helpâ??a fellow Elfâ??s helpâ??he knelt beside her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??How pitifulâ?¦â?</span>gloved fingers grazed over her abdomen, before the molecules from the air began to collect. Hydrogen and Oxygen molecules smashed into each other, forming the simplest of Hydrogen bonds to form the substance of water.<br/><br/>The water spread, almost as if he was healing her, as the female Elf had seen this form of healing arts. However, the final process of the healing turned a different direction, and as the water soaked into her from all angles as if she was absorbing the fluid, her flesh melted. Acidic waters that carried poisons slowly ate away at her like she was sugar dipped in water, tearing away bit by bit. Her last vision was of Gandrian smiling innocently and proudly, almost as if he was carefree and had done something that he was going to be praised for. In his mind, he had helped herâ?¦ended her suffering and struggle in the life of the pain she was in.