shadow responded "forgive me fissure, i am not used to this, or more or less meeting of a great black dragon, fissure. I am more or less excited, yet nervous. odd feelings..." He regained his focus and stared fissure in the eyes "its hard for me to look into a bigger creatures face, now i am aware how others see me. forgive me, my actions so far have been, disrespectful" He gave a short bow. "Well, me and mordicai have not been together for that long, for he is much older than i am, cause he said he is around 2 millenia, he is considered an ancient. He made his home, some thousand years ago on a mountain, where i lived. we were hostile at first, but then i respected him, for he respected my home and nature itself, which is rare. He is quite poetic in nature and quite the philosophical person, which drew me to him, he taught me alot of things. as regard as being together, about 500 years." Shadow perked his name from the conversation as Diarow said his name, he scanned the sword quickly "hmmm...you are right lord diarow, i do know...<span style="font-style: italic"> stength and power are built on protection of another</span>or something like that. i was never good with such draconic writing but its around those lines. meaning that fighting for something worthwhile provides stregth in that sword, which grows stronger as the will of the weilder" He turns back to Fissure "indeed, i recognize that type of blade, many have tried to kill me with it, but those fighting without a will or reason could not even use it effectivily. Mark however, he can...he has dragon blood in him and fights for just causes..."<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Mark nodded "i do Diarow, or lord Diarow, i feel i have not given you the proper respect. Anyway, so basically, its living matter." Mark felt his heart for a second...and grimaced "yes, pain...seeing my parents being killed and hunted for impurity on humanity. could it be my parents sacrifice is in here? the pain they suffered, a ritual they did to protect me while they perished?" Mark saddened alittle "but it gives life to my forms though, otherwise, i could not reach my draconic potential, without i could not become a dragon..." Mark then tries to intpret what Diarow said "so what you are saying, its that whats inside this pendent is alive and gives me life while taking it away? i am slightly confused, and also wondering what kind of material could contain it...orihalcium? adamantine?"<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Mordicai picked her up softly and held her in his hand "hmmm, thank you for that...i have known him for many years, for i am considered an ancient and i have met many throughout time. forgive me, i am what you would call a vampire, yet, i am a demon, and a dragon, a being with many lives...2 millenia ago, thats what some of us were, but we have died out. i am one of the last...dont worry, i dont suck blood that much anymore, and i would never hurt a healer. perhaps i shall teach you old ways and you shall teach me new ways, for i try to learn everything through the centuries." He smiled revealing two large canine teeth, he then retracted them. "ever heard of dracula, count dracula? he was real, its sad humans do not believe, he was not as evil as the stories made him sound. a good man, but was easily angered." He then snapped out of memories "sorry! did not mean to trail off like that. here" gives Cuna a a scarlet looking flower "grows in my woodlands, a perfect flower of beauty and healing, used to make elixers and anditotes of sorts, i always keep a couple handy incase of a confrontation."