As the guard raised his gun, fire blazed from under my finger tips. I didnt want to attack but if I had to, I would. What had Damian always called me? A gentle soul with a fearsome exterior. I smirked. It appears so. As the creature spoke to the guard I strained my ears to hear.<br/><br/>"Sir, shouldn't the creature be trailed? That is our custom, is it not?" I blinked, startled. The sentry raised an eyebrow and I stepped forward a bit.<br/><br/>"Trailed? You have odd customs, whoever and whatever you all are."