Micky looked at Amber, then remembered something. It wasn't anything big or even todo with her. It was todo with him. He hadn't shown her his third form, though he might hold onto that one till another day. Amber already had enough to think about then him.<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter right now, though I would find that a bit hard to believe. From what Ashley has told me, if a dragon-kin is killed infront of another dragon-kin. They will go into a rage, they gain more strength, and move faster then me. Now think about having one hundred of those things charging at you. Dark one or not, you'll have your head ripped off and your guts will be out." He smirked a bit, before continuing. "Maybe the dragons them selves killed some dragon-Kin. Or maybe a lot of them have turned like dragons and just disappeared all together."<br/><br/>Micky shoke his head, before he yawned softly. Stretching out, then laid back on the dirt and swong his legs back and forth. "You know Amber, you should learn more about the world I brought you into. The werewolves have a large library you could look through, everything from our murderist start to our claimer times."<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>"I was scared as well... We aren't the easiest people to read now are we?" She smiled softly, before she nuzzled into the woman's neck softly.<br/><br/>"Why don't we move to my bed and sleep? I'm rather tired after such a stressful day and night. Though you can stay up and watch tv if you want."