<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Headed east, centering over Centosia, then back out to sea.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It hurt to think that Reo was forcing himself to leave the area, but that quickly frosted over with the simple need to put distance between himself and Isela. As hard as he pumped the air around him though, he couldn't seem to get away from her. Looking back, he chuffed angrily, frosting the cloud cover below him, sending a spiral of frozen water downwards. With the assumption that he was over water, he decided to pull a simple stunt that would allow him to put some distance between the two of them.<br/><br/>Likely she was coming after him to continue berating him about trying to control her when he was simply trying to protect her. Though admittedly, it may have come off as abrasive and controlling, even if it hadn't been his intent.<br/><br/>It was childish to try and get away from her, but he wasn't entirely in his right mind at the moment, and needed space to clear his thoughts. So, boldly, he changed form thousands of feet up into the flightless human form. Body arrowed downwards and arched slightly to keep forward momentum, he simply dropped into freefall. He had been moving so quickly already that hitting cloudcover with the tender flesh of an elf actually stung his eyes, causing them to close  as he dropped.<br/><br/>Finally as the chilled moisture seemed to give way, he opened his eyes once more. Had he been wearing pants, he likely would have soiled them at that moment. Below him was not the sea and several thousand feet of open air, but the capital city of the Centos, and barely a thousand feet between the two.<br/><br/>A male scream of terror turned into a draconic one as he immediately shifted back, the force of his fall on his wings threatening permanent damage. Almost as an afterthought, he slammed a message behind him, knowing that Isela would be likely following him somehow.<br/><br/><strong><em>DO. NOT. DIVE. CITY!</em></strong><br/><br/>The words were short, quick and carried urgent force, trying to emphasize the danger while dealing with it himself. The city of Centosia was less than a few hundred feet under him now, and his descent was still far, far too fast. As backpedaling his wings was out of the option, lest he break the hollowed bones that held the thin membranes together, he opted to try and bleed his speed off as much he could, and hit something that wouldn't result in injury.<br/><br/>His world became a blur of people, stonework, and canvas as he crashed and tumbled through mighty Centosia's main market area. Dazed and more than a little dizzy, he scrambled to stand, managing to mangle several large melons in the process. Already the clang of armored boots could be heard in the distance as the garrisons clamored towards his position.<br/><br/>As his vision finally began to clear, bowmen were taking up positions along the high walls. Never having seen a beast as such before, they immediately began firing upon him. The arrows were harmless despite their design to pierce armor, as dragonscale is a far cry thicker. Several stuck to his hide, though not going deep enough to hit soft tissue underneath. The intent for harm was there though, and that was all Reo needed.<br/><br/>With a roar that echoed and vibrated every wall in the city, and even shattering a few thin windows nearby, he launched himself into the air, and away from the annoying projectiles. As a petulant afterthought as he crested a corner tower, he reached down with hind claws, and neatly tore a cow-sized hole in the shale roofing. The result was a dust and shale-covered knight staring up at him in utter terror as a puddle formed at his feet.<br/><br/>If there was ever any doubt that dragons were alive and solid, there were none now. Reo beat at the air to gain altitude, all the while being pelted with arrows, making him look much like a silvered, pissed off pincushion.