Name: Cellorian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=160364.msg7402842#msg7402842)<br/>Current Form: Dragon<br/>Players Nearby: Neave<br/>Location: Fields near his cave<br/><br/>Cellorian was on his feet without even realizing it.  It was like being woken from a dream by a horrible scream, and as it faded he was left with a feeling of wrongness, as if an incredibly dark presence was looking out from behind his eyes. He barely heard Neave speak as he began to realize what he had heard in the scream.<br/><br/><em>That... it was from the nest. Or near it.</em><br/><br/>The nest was at least a day's flight away, but for an instant he had felt like he was there again. Cellorian had no idea what could cause such a powerful psychic shock. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. The sounds of the forest hadn't changed much. The birds in the nearby branches had briefly reacted, but that was obviously caused by his movement. Only he and Neave seemed to be affected.<br/><br/><em>I have never heard a cry from so far. Or with such...</em><br/><br/>Cellorian didn't want to use the word. It was death. Not anger, not just pain, not just fear, but death.<br/><br/>