Momiji looked down. He had been storing up magic that he released on the way outskirts of town. He had even gone so far as to go to the shoreline. His body absorbed and multiplied magic. Not just his magic but others magic. It mutated and warped it. If he went into overload he used the blood magic to take it and put it elsewhere. Even if it was just a useless place like one who could not use magic. Or an inanimate object. Or in this case there was a few dead corpses that could come back to life as they had never been dead. Either way the closer the man got the more he realized he had not released the overload of magic in too long. He felt the magic sparking off him and as did Shinobi. He felt the phantom touch him and begin to filter magic.<br/><br/>Momiji shook his head. "No...that won't be enough Shinobi. We spent too many days running from them. No time to vent and release the overload where it would not hurt people." He said softly. The headache filtered in as magic far stronger than any he had ever experienced or encountered began to assualt his senses. The overload was now glowing and shining off his body. He searched with painful movements and found the demon bone knife a ghost had bestowed upon him. Instead of striking forwards he moved the knife and stabbed it deep into his own hand. The surge of magic pulsated as he began to focus the blood. It grew and took on a life of his own as he mumbled to himself. It made no movement towards Ryumyo instead Momiji focused it on the man whose life Shinobi had taken. The blood vines multiplied and the body had icky looking tendrils now shooting between both halves pulling them together as another wrapped around he waist when they were connected. The blood vines seeping in and the body was whole again. The red aura rippling off Momiji dimmed and a large vine of blood pulsating heavy with magic shot towards the body and went into the mans mouth. The man suddenly sat up with a gasp as he regained true life. He felt Shinobi taking as much of the brunt of the dragon's magical ability. He placed a hand on the phantom form and felt the mixture of magics scab over his wound. His hand then fell limply to the ground before him.<br/><br/>His eyes opened and instead of ghostly reddish white they were back to his beautiful color of greenish blue. More like the color of a dragon scale then the normal color of a human eye. His hair a strange whiteish blond due to the magic. He processed the words he had heard. Lifting his gaze and looked at him. "How can I use such cursed crafts as Necromancy and Blood magic to pay a debt such as you sparing my life?" He asked softly. Looking at him as he touched Shinobi. "You could not have saved all the villages Shinobi. You are a conduit and a filter but everyone knows dragon magic the most powerful there is. You saved one and gave others time for as many of their people to escape as possible. That is honorable Shinobi..." He turned his gaze to Ryumyo. "I am Momiji...how can I use this magic to repay you not ending my life? Though...I am honestly not afraid to die I would rather it not be today." He said honestly. His voice soft but when he spoke in a more audible way it was sexy and innocently sensual. His voice could easily be molded to being used in a sexual sort of way. The young male waited to hear what the dragon wanted from him. His head rose and the robe cloak jacket thing he wore to protect himself from sunlight fell back ell back and revealed the unshadowed form of the long haired male. His skin was a milky moonlight pale and to the touch it was smooth and soft of silk. Really the only place his body had hair was the hair on his head. Something his mother must have done. He really didn't remember his mother that well. Just that she had died protecting him. He waited to know what the dragon wanted from him. His hair was well recorded as Heaven's blessing. Not as in the place but as in the oldest sun dragon. The young male often hid the fact he was considered bishie like by a lot of people's standards. Never having viewed himself like that despite the fact he was.