Air flew across his wings, the large leathery appendages spread out from his body caught up by the currents flowing around him. The muscles in his shoulders and back straining from the pressure of the currents under them. It was glorious. He wasn’t in his full draconic form. Only in the in-between form he inhabited. He was a being of many forms. This was his true birth form. His half-human-half-draconic inheritance clear in his very form. His skin was black as the midnight sky with glowing silver tattoos traveling from his right temple swirling in celtic runes down his right eyebrow over his right eye around the eye in intricate never ending knots down around his ear and then over his cheek and lips on the right side of his face to travel down his throat and onto his shoulder swirling down across his back and chest and traveling down and around his right arm until it finished around the palm of his hand if such thing can be said to finish as a true celtic knot does not ever end. Pulsing runes run throughout the knot-work tattoo causing the pure silver light to be suffused with blue. His eyes were pure silver the iris only discernible from the rest of his eye because the silver swirled around like a living being inside the constraint of his iris. The black of his pupils was slit diagonally downwards like that of a reptile or snake. His veins were faintly visible as they were silver with his blood standing out against the black skin. A single scar was barely visible on his breast bisecting where his heart would be on the left side of his chest. He wore nothing in this form preferring to feel the air rush over him. It had been four months since he had last been home and he was delighting in the recent events that had granted him this chance to fly across the starry skies from one ward keep to the other.<br/><br/><span style="color: #AAAAAA">”We have a problem Aelaez!”</span>a voice called out, it was Findabair one of the three Fates. Aelaez shivered as Toirdealbach took up the cry<span style="color: #AAAAAA">”The way closes and the planes will lock, much death comes,”</span>the second Fate announced.<span style="color: #AAAAAA">”We weaken Aelaez, the power draws in close, free us!”</span>Siobhan finished for the trio. Aelaez all but fell out the sky at their words piercing his skull like knives. His senses whirled and he was dizzied by their overflowing emotions. He hated the contact that could only happen in this plane. Images flew through him as he saw clearly what they were on about. His body tensed and he plummeted from the air.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #AAAAAA">A tall gorgeously beautiful, as in unearthly beautiful and yet clearly corrupt in all manners of the word stood on the parapet of a tall spiraling tower. Her long honey blond hair flowing around her in the wind. Her long black dress accenting her shapely figure. Her blood red eyes burning like the fires of the abyss as she chanted. The haunting beauty of her face darkened by the evil that surrounded her aura in black and violent reds. She wasn’t human anymore. She wasn’t anything he wanted to deal with, but as he saw laying at her feet a small black egg, he cringed. A great black fury dragon egg.<br/><br/>Anger shot through him as he saw her chanting and saw in his minds eye what she was doing. The storm that lashed the worlds in tendrils of black slicing through the planes cutting them off one from the other. The dragon’s pulsing lifeforce so strong within the egg began to ebb and darkness thicker then fog began to pour out of the scene coating the land in it’s wake.</span></span><br/><br/>And the force of his body slamming hard into the ground bellow broke the spell shattering his thoughts and probably a few bones. Some days it’s good to be immortal Aelaez mused as he pushed himself shakily to his feet his head pounding with the residual headache and his body screaming in protest. Except that immortality doesn’t kill nerve endings.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF80BF">”Yo boss man, you know that shit hurts right?”</span></span>the wry voice of Kaersah. Aelaez frowns and growled<span style="color: #BFFF80">”I hadn’t noticed”</span>his voice wry and sarcastic something Kaersah had been teaching him over the centuries. Kaersah laughed in his head and Aelaez cursed him out in ancient Gaelic. Kaersah responded in kind and finally had Aelaez laughing too as his body healed itself of the injuries.<span style="color: #BFFF80">”Time to take to the planes Kae, so shut it, I need to concentrate.”</span>No response came, but Aelaez didn’t expect one. Kaersah knew the risks of walking the planes while distracted. That shit hurt worse then landing flat on ones ass on the ground from the sky.<br/><br/>Aelaez closed his eyes and slowly drew a series of runes in a circle in the air around him before he took a step forwards. The jump was instantaneous, but it did not feel this way. The power burned through him like fire in his veins. His thoughts scattered and he felt as though he’d just been spun in a dryer for a good ninety minutes before he was spat unto the ground on another plane. One he did not know. He didn’t spare much time to look around. He knew his target. Morighan was up in the tower nearest the center spire of the castle to his right. It was why he’d dropped himself here. He paused only long enough to take on a human appearance and put clothing over his very naked self. His long silver hair took a more white look, so it would be more natural. His flesh took on a rose-pale white as marble look and the silver tattoos remained as they were. His feet remained bare, his claws remained, but looked more like long pointy finger nails and toes nails then they did actual claws. His teeth wouldn’t change. The sharp fangs never varied no mater what form he took. His eyes never changed either. He looked human, if strangely so. His body was now clad in a cotton plain shirt with leather draw strings that were loose around his throat displaying the chain that held his amulet. Black leather pants clung to his lower body and he did not bother with boots.<br/><br/>Blinking his eyes he focused his spiraling thoughts on the goal at hand. Drawing in his magic he whispered a single old Gaelic word drew a rune in the air before him and his shape shimmered. Blending into the background. He had drawn camouflage over him. It wasn’t invisibility which he could manage for short bursts, but it was literally camouflage.  Simply the bending of light around him causing the eye to see what was behind him rather then perceive him. A simple trick, but one that would not fool the sorceress within only the mundanes and Fae she employed. He began his trek into the tower. Getting past he guards at the gate easily and so long as he did not touch anyone he was successfully able to navigate the halls and stairs up to the parapet from his vision.<br/><br/>His steps quick and his mind focused solely on his goal he went to the site of her spell. He did not see her and for once was glad as he knelt down and place his hand just outside the circle of glowing runes. He sensed the spell, but it was easily dismantled. The work was quick and though it left him feeling sick and tired he didn’t have any trouble undoing the binding and snatching the egg. A small part of him said this was all too easy.<br/><br/>He ran from the room. To the edge of the parapet. His body shifted back to his half-draconic form and he threw himself out the window launching into the sky. The egg cradled to his chest by his arms as took to the air. He few half a mile before slowing. He could feel something wasn’t quite right, but he didn’t know what it was. His head was still pounding from all the magic he’d been using, but he didn’t have time to rest. Drawing his strength in he closed his eyes drew the circle of runes around himself and dove forwards.<br/><br/>Darkness took him. Dimly aware of the sensation of falling. Dimly aware of pain lacing through every limb. Dimly aware of the sound of thunder lacing the air. Forcing his muscles to cooperate he drew around the egg a split moment before his body crashed into the threes. Ok that hurt. A lot! Branches snapped and he was dimly aware of the sound resonating with the clash of thunder overhead. The cool droplets of rain soaked his skin and he shifted back to human form with the last of his force of will. He landed on the hard forest floor and lay still clutching the egg to his chest. The damage had been done. It was already too late. The paths were closed. Morighan had blocked the planes and if it kept up it would be permanent and it would kill everyone who was trapped between world. His tired mind ached and he kept his eyes closed certain that his vision would only show him dim blackness.