The woman screamed as Snow growled at her and quickly turned and ran away. Baraxan tossed on large hand landing on Snows back as he turned from his sleep he mumbled. “Shhh Snow… sleeping.” He began to snore lightly again after that. The dream came on quickly he was in a cave with the dragon he could see they were talking to each other. Then flicked again showing Snow laid on the ground an arrow in her side with blood gushing out of the wound. As it flicked again to the elf he had seen before her side covered in blood she silently cried. It changed back to the dragon that was now smiling and laughing at him before a blinding white light flashed taking his vision in the dream.<br/><br/>He woke with a start his emotions ranging from sorrow to rage he sat up putting his face in his hands. “My god what an awful dream.” He said out loud scrubbing his face with his hands he got up and noticed he had not changed. Pulling off his tight leather shirt he tossed it into the corner he stretched and moved around letting his muscles move he liked the tight clothing because it didn't restrict him but it also tightened his muscles and didn't allow them to move as easily. He didn't pay a second thought to Snow being in the tent with him as he pulled off his pants. He wore nothing under then so his whole body was on display for her to see. Pulling on a new set of clothing he needed to get to the oracle soon it would do him no good being late. He looked at Snow as he left the tent and headed for the oracles tent. As he got to the tent he could hear her talking to another woman he was going to wait but the guard motioned him to enter. As he entered he heard the other woman say. “That wolf needs to leave it growled at me.” Baraxan looked at the woman then to Snow the woman squeaked as she noticed Snow. Baraxan looked to the oracle not sure what was going on then heard Snow growl. He put his hand on her stroking her fur lightly. “Calm”<br/><br/>He looked to the woman and did not recognize her so wasnt sure when this had happened. “I don't recognize you so when did this happen.” He asked the woman looked at him he could clearly see the lust in her eye's. “Last night.” He looked at her with a hard stare. “When last night as I didn't drink and Snow growled at no one at the festivities.” He asked. “I came to your tent later.” She said quietly. “So you came and tried to enter my tent unannounced and you wonder why she growled at you.” His eye's narrowed. “And why would you come to me without asking?” His voice had a deadly edge to it the woman stammered and blushed her eye's going straight to the floor. “I see.” Baraxan explained.<br/><br/>Before he could say anything else the oracle spoke. “Guard take this woman from my sight and have her flogged for trying to force herself on another.” The guard nodded Baraxan was about to object then shook his head and let it go. The oracle looked at him and laughed lightly. “As seer you can overrule anything I or the Shamans say it looked like you didn't approve of my justice.” He thought about it for a few moments. “Your right I don't approve however, once others see what happens to her and know why it did I'm sure I'll have less issue's.” The oracle laughed loudly. “You are to kind hearted Baraxan though that also could make you become the greatest seer we have ever had. You do not thirst for power nor do you seek for people to treat you as being above them.” He contemplated her words. “Why should any man make others bow and grovel to him just because he is more poweful.”<br/><br/>She shook her head he was an enigma any other man in the clans would be reveling in the new found power and would more then likely have his tent filled with woman. “I wanted to judge your character today to see if my dreams were still accurate and you didn't disappoint I have a feeling we are in for a rather large change in how the clans interact with you leading.” Her tone was even and Baraxan wasn't sure if what she said was good or bad in her view. He looked directly at her. “I had a new dream last night i wish to discuss with you.” She nodded and he explained the dream in detail to her. “Its hard to say if it means anything or not you have had dreams of the dragon since the incident.” He nodded. “Do you still plan to kill the dragon.” She asked his face going dark and stern. “I will take that as a yes, would it help if you knew the last seer could control the dragon but when he lost control the dragon turned on him and killed him.” He said Baraxan looked at her. “How did he lose control if he already had it.”<br/><br/>She laughed at the question. “It is a dragon and unlike other animals that only fight control until you have them the dragon will fight constantly, Take snow for instances you could control her if you wished but she would fight your bonds every chance she got, If she broke loose she would be gone forever you would nevef find her again I'm sure she is a bit odd for a wolf but I assume she would not be happy if you tried.” Baraxan laughed he never had any intention of trying to control Snow he prefered her to keep her actions and thoughts her own and not just an extension of his own. “I like Snow how she is.” His large hand stroked across the fur on her back and scratched at the base of her neck.<br/><br/>“We are finished for the day you have much to think about.” He nodded to her and left the tent he walked through the encampment his mind of the exchange he had with the oracle he was brought from his thoughts at the sound of wooden swords banging into each other. In the arena were student sparring with each other learning the tricks and trades to become fighters. He watched for awhile then decided to test some of the more advanced students. Taking off his shirt he went to the stand weighing the few staffs they had until he found one that was balanced.<br/><br/>All the student's bowed to him he knew he would have to change that at some point he was just a man like them. “Please do not bow to me I am here to train like all of you, Who will spar with me three on one.” Only one stepped forward the man was young but seemed more happy just to spar with Baraxan rather then think he would defeat him. “Ok you and two next to you come with me.” They walked a bit away all three men in front of him. “Spread out when you have advantage like this its best to surround the foe so they don't know where the attack is coming from.”<br/><br/>As they spread out Baraxan cast a simple spell but it allowed him to see completely around himself many would say its cheating but it is something you should expect when fighting a shaman. The men charged and battle started Baraxan kept them all at bay his staff blocking and parrying their attacks. When he went on the attack he easily disarmed the men or knocked them to the ground. Unlike others he didn't boast or mock the fighters he gave them tips and instructions. As one would get tired another would replace him the students were soaking up his lessons and listened to his every word. Baraxans skin glistened as it was covered in sweat he stood tall they were getting better he had been hit a few times now. All the students were breathless and tired as he stood between them.<br/><br/>“STOP THIS AT ONCE” at voice boomed from far side of the arena. Walking towards them was one of the captains that taught the fighters his glare was full on Baraxan. “What do you think your doing.” He asked Baraxan but before he could respond the man continued. “You are a shaman and have no right to be here let alone telling these students about things you know nothing about.” The crowd outside the arena Baraxan now noticed many had been watching the students looked sullen over the captains words. His anger flared no one had ever treated him this way before when he would come to spar. “I can't help that your teaching is lacking your students learned more today then they would in a month from you.” Barxan angrily said to the man<br/><br/>The mans anger skyrocketed at Baraxans words. “I could easily take you one on one.” The man bite rhe worss off harshly. “Get your sword then.” He said bitterly as the man walked away he could see men exchanging money it seemed there were bets going on. One man was being laughed at and mocked for wasting his money. Baraxan noticed it was the guard that watched him snap the one mans arm. The guard winked at Baraxan he assumed the man was probably the only person to bet on him. He laughed from amount of money being exchanged he was about to make someone rich.<br/><br/>The captain came back swinging his wodden sword loosening his muscles before taking his stance in front of Baraxan everyone was watching intently. The brash man thinking to end the fight quickly lunged at him Baraxan easily stepped to the side and hit the back of the mans knee causing his leg to buckle he fell face first into the dirt. His anger went through the roof and he attacked Baraxan with a furry his attacks while fast and powerful were not well honed and he fought off balance. Baraxan was dodging his attacks easily which angered the man more. He was growing tired of the fight and decided to end it he focused his attacks at the mans chest and lower leading his blocks down. Baraxan spun swinging the staff hard at the mans midsection he saw him going for the block however, Baraxan twisted his arm dipping his shoulder as the staff changed direction and smacked into the side of the mans head. His legs buckled as his eye's glazed over the man lossing consciousness. Baraxan sweating and breathing heavily headed back to the rack to put the staff away.<br/><br/>He stood catching his breath as he heard someone approach. He turned to face the man and saw it was the guard grinning brightly holding a sack of coins. “I wanted to give you half what I won from that little fight.” He said holding the pouch out towards Baraxan. “I have no need of the money you can keep it.” The man was shocked but didn't argue with him. “I don't think anyone will bet against you again so might be best I hold onto this money.” Baraxan smiled and shook the mans hand before he walked away. He could see the captain getting to his feet and walking towards him the man was unarmed so he didn't worry about being attacked. As the man drew close he bowed to him. “I appologize…” Baraxan cut him off. “ You need not appologize you are a skilled fighter but you need to control your anger, Fighting with anger will only throw you off balance and cause you to brash mistakes.”<br/><br/>The man nodded and headed back into the encampment to seek something for his headache Baraxan was sure he had. For the next few months he continued his training with the oracle learning how to decipher the dreams so he could understand their meaning. He went to the fighters arena and continued to spar with the students some of them getting proficient enough that he could only spar with them one on one. There were only three of the students that refused to spar with him which to him was their lose. The dream he had the first day he met the oracle never came again he wrote it off as being just another dream that his mind decided to throw in to confuse him.<br/><br/>Today was the graduation for many of the students he wanted to be there for those that trained with him. As he neared the arena he noticed three students surrounding another they seemed to be picking on the other kicking him and hitting him with the wooden swords. The one in the middle was one that trained with him while the others were the ones that always refused. He jumped down into the arena quickly grabbing the staff he always used and rushing towards them he grew angry when he noticed the other man was unarmed and there was no other weapon anywhere on the ground.<br/><br/>“So you fight and pick on an unarmed man.” He yelled at them as he drew close to them. The largest of the group grinned at him. “So you finally show up we were waiting for you.” He smacked the other student across the face with his sword causing him to crumble to the ground. Baraxan didn't have time to check on the student or to even cast his vision spell as they surrounded him and started attacking. They got a few nicks on his arms however, they were all limping as he smacked their legs with his staff over and over. They were getting frustrated and it showed he had been attacked from leader in last few minutes the other two kept him distracted he thought that maybe the other was done with the fight. What he didn't notice was the man was behind him with a short sword in his hand the metal gleaming in the sun before the man lunged at Baraxans exposed back.