Aelaez blinked slowly as if waking from a sluggish dream. He didn't know how much time had passed or really where he was. His memories were fuzzy and the pain shooting through his body all but blinded him. He felt something pressing hard into the skin of his stomach. His left arm had gone to sleep from its weight. He shifted so that he could see what was cradled against him. The large egg lay in his arms. Fine darker black lines began at the apex of the egg and ran down like veins all over the surface. He ran his hand over the dragon egg allowing his mind to seek out the creature within. He felt it. It lived yet, but it was slowly weakening as its life was siphoned away from it into the spell that held him bound here. He blinked free. The creatures thoughts were not organized. They flashed and spun and left Aelaez feeling dizzy and disorientated. Which wasn't unusual given the circumstances of his fall.<br/><br/>He was lying on his side on the hard-packed forest floor. Leaves and branches lay strewn all around him, evidence of his fall through the trees. The rain pummeled his flesh making him shiver with cold. His clothing was soaked and clung to every curve of his body. He shifted until he sat up and looked around him. He was in a dense forest and from the faintest sounds he could hear someone was coming his way. He briefly wondered if he should shift into one of his other forms. He was after all in his human form. Though his silver eyes remained slit like that of any dragon, his skin and hair looked relatively human. He could feel the trickle of blood that was descending his cheek from a small gash and taste the metallic tang of it in his mouth. He passed his hand over his lips and they came away sticky with the silver substance. Well that alone would mark him as not human.<br/><br/>He didn't have much energy left and certain not enough to shift and remain conscious afterward. So he simply sat in the mud cradling the egg in his lap and waited for the approaching being to come into view. He really hope they were friendly whoever they were for if they were not he seriously feared that he wouldn't leave these woods for a good long while. Although he was immortal he could still 'die'. He just didn't stay dead for long. To actually kill him and have him remain dead dead would take a lot of work and effort. It wasn't simply taking away his mortal existence, or skin, but also capturing his magic and his spirit. Shaking his head to clear it of these morbid thoughts he ran his hand over the dragon's egg. Pressing his other hand into soil he felt the life of the forest beneath him pulsing and calling to him. He drew on its strength which caused a faint green glow to emanate from the tattoos that covered his body. At least he could recharge and heal while he waited to meet the one coming towards him quickly.