Raschen sighed heavily, his emerald gaze cast away for several long moments, his paw shivering lightly in her's.<br/><br/>"The end of her stories...the same end to the same stories I heard long ago..." He looked at his paws, his fur shifting slowly to the dust colouring of his magicks. He clenched his paws and closed his eyes as the dust fell away into nothingness, returning his silver pelt. He stroking through his braids.<br/><br/>"My Magick is that of Mother Terra's...The land beneath me ...it is my armor..my shield..my blade...Yes this makes me a formidable opponent but this also makes me a danger to those around me. Magicks are highly influenced by emotion and no matter the rigidness of one's composure it is possible to shake them some way...such happened to me in the early days fo my training beneath my mother...the priestess...she taught me composure but...it was lost one day..."<br/><br/>His eyes closed and it was as if it were yesterday. They days of anguish and warring among the tribes for land. Before the days of the policing force that the Kuguar represented.<br/><br/>"During the wars that took place during my childhood..I..bore witness to my father's death at the the hands of a Hyane soldier...my mother was trying to flee the village with me at her side..but...my anger...it..rose higher than the fiery breath of the southern crevices...I tore away form my mother's paw, sprint into battle..not a blade in hand..not a shred of armor on my cub body but I ran, without a moment of fear into a Hyane cavalry...They only laughed and returned attack...but...when my eyes met the still open dead gaze of my fathers..my magicks took over...I channeled the energies of Mother Terra as if it were the flow of blood form my racing heart....the land before me split apart with booming rumbles and thunderous roars...I cleaved the warren apart with only my roar...swallowing up hundreds of Kyane and Kuguar alike.....the southern mountains fell to rubble, smothering nearby Hase villages and crushing Kyote camp grounds..."<br/><br/>He sighed, chewing his nail again. "I single handedly reduced the Warren populations by half...all on a whim of rage...my Magicks are devastating..that is why I am so weary to use them...why those stories always pour oceans of guilt into my heart. I worry...that...what if the end times of those stories..what if they are my doing...what if some catastrophic event breaks my composure once again....at my age..the advancement of my Magick....I would destroy the warren....level every tribe and demolish home in its entirety in a matter of moments...I. I have woken in a cold sweat from nightmares of myself bringing about the end....since the day my father died...and...I will admit that just as I have frightened away your nightmares..you...have done much the same for mine.