He had dreams that night. Dreams like memories which faded into nightmares.<span style="font-style: italic"> “Thrasius!” He called to a daemon with hair as red as blood and eyes like rubies. He was just pressing a reed flute to his lips when he heard his lord’s call and looked up. “Sovereign Tongue!” the red haired man called with a bright smile that was not returned by the handsome dark lord. “Thrasius you know I prefer you to call me by my true name when we are alone.” The daemon blushed glancing downward and twiddling his thumbs on his instrument. “R-Ruinegard, what can your humble Guardian do for you today?” Ruin sat with rare amethyst eyes staring up into the night sky and a peaceful expression softening his strong features. “Play us a song, Thrasius.” His head falling into the white clothed lap of Thrasius who chuckled twirling his fingers in silky strands of ebony. It always amazed him how fluffy yet satin-like the Sovereign’s hair was. It was regal and wild in appearance but pleasant to the touch. <br/><br/>“Hard day playing mediator and student with the Elders?” Ruinegard made a noncommittal sound from the back of his throat, his eyes catching Thrasius’s who thought his breath would stop. Such a bewitching color were the Sovereign Tongue’s eyes. Always a deep purple when they were born. The color of Royalty. He laid a hand over the tall man’s eyes in a wishful command. Ruin complied closing them and planting a soft kiss to Thrasius’s palm whom flushed nervously placing the flute to his lips and beginning a lullaby. He felt Ruinegard sink into him, relaxing, and an archaic spell-song spilled from the lord’s lips to go with the flute’s song. Sweet in nature and left the body feeling light as air and animal’s around them laid down at peace. Even the fireflies landed and lazily flashed in reverence. Everything was just right on the mountain that night.<br/><br/>Then the first screams hit. Ruin sat up, suddenly thrust into the center of the Lunar Caravan. Daemon people were screaming and running through flames as humans on horses charged through… spilling the blood of the innocent. Thrasius was in battle with a blonde haired human and snarling in ferocity, his true form alight with rage about the dead child at his feet. “THRASIUS!” Ruinegard yelled feeling his hair rise and began to change as power poured through his body. “FLEE SOVIERGN! Your songs can do nothing here!” Thrasius shouted slaying the human only to vanish behind a wall of flame as the first catapults launched flaming boulders into their wheeled homes. Ruinegard pulled his black sword to strike down two men with ease, muscles rippling in rage and the beast taking over until he heard their whimpers. A group of little ones cried out as an immense ball of destruction flew down at them like hellfire. Summoning his true form he wrapped them in his arms and took the brunt of the force, the world going hot then dark…. </span><br/><br/>Ruin sat up gasping, a hand over his face and jewelry clinking from the sudden rise. “Leave me be phantoms.” He said weakly and opening his eyelids to see nothing. He laughed hysterically for a moment, shrouded in darkness. At least in dreams he still had his sight. Thrasius’s beautiful face… After he calmed he heard nothing but the distant steps of Ichabod. He had a sort of natural saunter that was easy to distinguish. The slosh of water was familiar to him as well. Ruinegard collected himself some more before standing with his walking stick. “I am going to take a bath. Keep your rations, I’ll catch myself something while I’m out.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure if he could catch something but he didn’t want the human’s food. Ruin made his way, clumsily at times, towards the river. He tripped once and cursed this blindness. If another Daemon crossed his path, they’d probably have pity on him and slay him. He would probably let them. But as he went to push himself up the familiar scent of spearmint perforated his smell. He grinned taking a fistful before finding his source of water. Strong hands stripped him bare and he slipped in to the frigid cold depths. He inhaled deeply as it hit his family jewels and then began to wash himself clean, using the leaves to scrub his skin and make him smell sweet. He was about to reach for his ragged pants when he heard footsteps. Not Ichabods’ and then an unsteady gasp from a human who smelled of the forest. “Don’t want no trouble now demon. I’m just doing some hunting!” A huge smile lit Ruin’s face as he emerged from the water. “Really now?”<br/><br/>A few minutes later….<br/><br/>Ruinegard came back to camp a victor. A barely clothed Hunter now running through the forest in terror. The daemon came back dressed in a strange ensemble: legs clothed in tight leather breeches that were too short so his ankles showed, a black cotton tunic that had been too tight for his broad shoulders so he tore off the sleeves to give his arms more range of motion, and finally a pair of good leather boots to cover his feet and ankles. He threw a baby deer down in front of Ichabod’s fire and sat down with a haughty air. He raised a hand before Ichabod could speak saying solemnly, “I found these. Now cook the deer. Here’s some mint too.” He reached into his new pocket and produced the spare leaves.<br/>“So where do we head today, human?”