Quote Rosethorn:<br/>Iranem felt the shadows teeth find purchase on a weak spot below her horns. Pulling her head a few feet away from his face she watched him. He smelled of her nephew. "Did you kill him strange one?" She asked gently. Making sure not to crush this strange being under her large mass. Silver claws trapped him solidly. Leaving no space for him to move. She used his own tongue to converse. A few thousand years ago she had taken the time to learn their strange language. She let some of her ice seep into his joints helping to lock him underneath her. Yellow eyes soft and tender she let her kindness show. Soft gentle kindness. She wanted the truth from him. She did not want to kill this youngling. Folding her wings along her spine she turned her attention to the others. "I think we have lost my nephew, shadows are to blame. Corbin you stay here Felica tell the others." She nodded to the female and watched her spread her wings and fly off. When the females form was less then a spot in the sky she turned her attention back to the Shadow underneath her. She wanted to know exactly who had killed him. Draclings were rare, he had been close to her. Her daughter would be devastated at the news. He had been her first. Also the first young one to die in three thousand years. She remembered the last. Disease had swept over the land. Wiping out the the weak.<br/><br/>Brushing the morbid thoughts from her mind she waited for his reply.