"Well, i'm pretty use to the cold by now. Plus being a wolf keeps me arm no matter what form i am in. Though ill keep you warm no matter what."<br/><br/>Micky smiled, before softly kissing Amber on the cheek, before he reached over and took the dagger. Looking it over as he turned it over a few times, before putting it back down. Knowing that Amber was not happy with him touching it as it meant he had control over her.<br/><br/>"You know, werewolves have two souls? a human soul and a wolf/werewolf soul, they work together to keep people like me alive and kicking. But things can, and have in the past gone wrong with souls like this. That's why there are not many like werewolves. You see, think of it like mixing a drink." he said, reaching over and grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil that he kept close in case he ever wanted to draw. He then started to draw a man and a wolf, before continuing with his explain.<br/><br/>"You need to find the right balance of tastes, or in my case, the right balance of control, respect, and understanding. You see, the two souls talk to each other, get to understand one another so they make my body a thing." He was drawing a man petting a wolf on the muzzle. "But, if one does not give the other the right respect and understanding. Or it doesn't care for control, bad things can happen." The wolf was now biting the mans hand, blood dripping from its powerful jaws. "You see, when this happens, most of the time the human soul looses control and respect of the wolf. Causing it to go feral, which in turns causes us to go feral. Though in rare cases, it has been known that the human soul takes over and said person looses the ability to change into a wolf. Now you are probably wondering what the hell has this got to do with you. Well, i see the danger as a cage for souls. But clearly it has a way for souls to escape. I mean, you only hear from the old dark one. Not from many ones, so that means when you killed Rump, you pushed out the old old dark one. So that means, we have to find a way to push two souls into the danger to drag yours out and back into your body."<br/><br/>Micky flipped over the pad and then drew a picture of a people happily jumping up and down while the dagger sits to the side.<br/><br/>"You see, if we can also push souls into. That means there won't be another dark one, it would mean the world would be safer. But it would also probably be very dangerous, as I could be wrong and your soul could stay in the dagger and your soul would live your body, living it nothing more then a husk of your former self.. But if we get my mom, your aunt, Ashley and Julia, I'm sure they will be able to get something."<br/><br/>Micky put down his pad of paper, then looked to Amber. Studying her face for a moment, before he put a arm around her. Holding her close to him as she thinks over what he said. Even having her head rest against his chest, his heart beating rather quickly.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Once Ashley pulls away from the kiss, her cheeks are rather red, her breath heavily, though she smiles. "Alright.. Will.. Let's go the girls, tell them that we will join them in this, whatever it may turn out to be."<br/><br/>The dragon-kin stood up, stretching a bit as she did so. She then put her hand out to help Julia to her feet. Ashley was more then happy that Julia would stay with her, but she still had her fears and doubts about what was to come. The world had a habit of throwing a wrench into the lives of the supernatural races, and usually, that wrench was a big fuck you.