A rather tall figure had been walking through the empty streets, and while most of him appeared to be human, his arms were quite a bit more muscular than a human. The strange thing, however, was his hands. each of them only had three fingers at the end of which were talons that were white as chalk. his clothing was designed to hide the lower half of his body, and the upper half had a rather large scar across the back that resembled a huge bite mark. As a cat walked by he looked at it for a moment, then grabbed it by the tail and swallowed it's still living body whole. as he neared an inn, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but at this hour, no one was even awake as far as he could tell. muttering something under his breath, his appearance seemed to shift to that of a thirty-two year old Wolf Anithrope, which happened to be his favorite form.<br/><br/>As he walked into the inn, which he had been expecting to be nearly empty at 4:15 AM, he gasped. there, by the fireplace, was a<span style="font-style: italic">Dragon!</span>If he hadn't been so battle hardened by now, he would have fainted. ~What in the name of Antyr's Anger Issues is a dragon doing in Almerkian territory~ he thought to himself. Thankfully, he had long since learned to mask his emotions, and even fake them if need be.<br/><br/>He looked around for a minute, and was about to leave when he caught a whiff of something he thought he recognized, but he wasn't sure who or what it was exactly so he decided to stay and check it out and went over to an empty table, every now and again getting another look at the dragon that had scared him half to death. Around 7:30 the scent he had picked up suddenly seemed to get stronger, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">(Upstairs in Darakus' room)</span></span><br/><br/>Darakus woke up at dawn, and although he hadn't had much sleep, he felt rested enough to do battle if necessary. He yawned as he went downstairs to find out who was awake so far. "Mornin' Kyra." he said sleepily as he walked over and sat next to her to wait on the others.<br/><br/>The Demon Shifter sitting in the far corner of the Inn suddenly realized<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>why he recognized that scent, and suddenly, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't contain his emotions. He began to cry silently, completely forgetting his fear of what a dragon might do to him if he was discovered.