boxofkururu | its its own thing now

[ A final circle of the electrically-charged, barely standing Vault. It was almost a nightly deed for Haurchefant, to see if the Primal would leave as the sun set. After all, it was not often that they... he... left during the night. Travel was harsher, with the light of the single moon barely breaking though the clouds of Aether brought on by the sorrow and rage of the being within.

It was his duty to stop this. Though his body had been cursed to that of a unicorn (with large wings coated in feathers, and a dragon-esque head - well, he liked to think he were a Unicorn) at times - well, it was more reason. A life after death was what he had wished for, and if he could save but one from being tempered, it would be... okay. Roaming and then turning back to a man whenever he desired - if the old government of Ishgard were still standing, he would have been seen as a heretic and shot down by now.

Satisfied that his job were done for the night - at least, for checking this building - Haurchefant continued to soar gently above the broken air. The gates which could have been used to leave to the greater Eorzea were still sealed by adventurers - who could repeal, but not kill. Much of Eorzea had turned their back on him, if he were honest. But they had let Eorzea down. His gaze turned to the airship docks, where small devices still remained. In case people came who needed to soar to the Sea of Clouds, and safety, and he was busy holding back the beast.

His idle thoughts were interupted, however, when he saw something. It didn't seem to be one of the tempered Heavens' Ward, nor a dragon child who'd not grown their wings quite yet... had somebody fallen from the land above? Without looking to see who it is, he darted - wings stretched out, long lizard-esque tail flat out. ]

Ser!

[ Haurchefant roared out, hoping to either catch him on his back... or in his mouth. He were only the size of an alicorn, after all. ]

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[He looks shocked because he can't understand the poor creature so he couldn't imagine what he was trying to say...or if he thought him as an enemy. It truly was sad because Aymeric wanted to ask him a few things...like why did he feel familiar? Call it a hunch.]

I am much better than when you have found me.

[That is if he doesn't move as much. But Aymeric wouldn't tell him that.]

One must always be ready when it comes to certain matters. Battle is just one of them.

[Just don't hold back.]

[ He agrees with a nod - as he starts to lead them off. Don't worry, they can rest again soon - Haurchefant is just not a fan of standing still. But as they walk, Haurchefant notices that the dearest of dragons following them is still trying to communicate. ]
...Borelisblade. Stop it - to my arms.
[ Haurchefant then says, looking to the small dragon with such a sad look. They really shouldn't meet, or talk - Haurchefant knows this dragon can write - and use telepathy while a blade, and that cannot be. He hasn't even explained doubles yet! For his part, the small dragon does scurry - into the arms of his master. Being basically tempered, stuck mute as a monster - it's hell.
At least Haurchefant is walking slowly, though - making sure his dear friend can keep up. ]

[Why did that sword name strike a cord? Aymeric can't help but look a little disappointed at how it got handled but for now he kept his mouth shut.]

Was he asking about something?

[While he couldn't tell him that it was pretty rude to shush the little one, he could at least ask if the poor thing was trying to ask about the newcomer.]

Not many Elezen have come by, except for Lady Ysayle, in recent times. Perhaps he was shocked I'd found a new friend?
[ He knew this was most likely not truth. No, it was most likely that he was afraid or jealous of his double - why wouldn't he be? (Honestly, the small dragon instead wished to speak and just... have somebody to talk to who wasn't already on in this scheme. This new Horde, striking down what remained of Ishgard.) ]
He is my second-in-command, after all. And most men who come here, well. Well. [ They're near death. Probably won't survive drinking his blood. End up as feed. ]

[The lady lives in this world? That sounds great but he cannot help but keep his eyes on the little dragon. Maybe when Haurchefant is away, Aymeric can try to speak to them.]

They do not last.

[He doesn't want to think about it so much. But then, he turns to Borelisblade and gives him a small smile. Don't worry little one, he won't ignore you.]

"It is war."
His voice a near whisper, Haurchefant then stopped in front of a room. "And here it is - the armory. Once you've armed yourself, come across the hall - to the training arena. I shall meet you there."

When Aymeric would open the door, he would see many rare weapons - ranging from dungeon drops to even fully upgraded Anima weapons. Armour also stood, cleaned to a shine. Though, a few Unicolt did roam the room - children. Haurchefant had rushed to the training arena with his blade - his dear dragon blade - to hope Aymeric didn't see the next step. For, you see, he was to remove his eye.

A burst of Aether came from the room, a pause, and another. One when the eye was removed, and one when it was placed in the dragon. A scream also came from the dragon, though - or was it a roar? Haurchefant stood proudly with his sword.

Anyone would try to grab the most powerful relic they could find, thinking that they would have an advantage. But it also took skill to wield the weapons and Aymeric knew it. As soon as he found a proper weapon and armor, that is when he hears the roar and rushes out. He may have jumped over a few unicolts while doing it but it happens.

"Lord Haurchefant?!"

As he entered, Haurchefant had... changed. Large wings came from his back, and a tail whipped. But he was also missing an eye - he didn't seem to mind, as he grinned. More dragon then man. The sword he held, however... well, he had placed an eye in Borelisblade. It had a slight aetheric glow, fading as the mind shifted inside.

"I should have warned you! Of how splendid it is to awaken my strengths! Of how my blade and I work as one... to fight forevermore."

This was not as he usually talked. He sounded... dangerous. As if something had loosened a few more screws in that Fortemps mind. His laugh was... twisted, as he pointed the blade to his dearest of friends. The sword itself seemed to stare with the changed Dragon Eye.

He didn't need to be told that something is wrong, Aymeric could feel it in the very air he breaths. He never knew Haurchefant to speak in such a manner or to even tear out one of his eyes to power a blade. Oh yes, he knows of the powers and life force dragons' eyes have but something in his gut is telling him that this could be dangerous.

But...this is also his friend. It...can't be that bad, right?

"Mayhap a warning was nice..." he will not falter nor be frightened. His sword stood at his hip as he carefully took his position. This is just a spar, nothing more.

'But why does it feel like much more?'

It was dangerous. Haurchefant himself was not sure of this power - it called to him, letting his powers free instead of hiding in such a weak form. Instead of glamouring up to look as he did.

As he did. Before everything. His anger was also quite visible - fueling this form. He... really should have warned him better.

"Well, then."

With that single statement, he suddenly rushed forward - gliding on wings to swipe at this man. Though the blade almost seemed to be resisting. A little.

Haurchefant is too fast for Aymeric to step away but he can at least block the potential attack with his own blade, it glowing brightly. Honestly, he didn't know he grabbed an Anima weapon because it just looked normal.

But the blow is enough to make him slide back into the nearest wall. But strangely, he doesn't attack. No, he needs to pay attention to his moves first then go to strike...

Haurche notices he's not striking - and he seems to grin more. His face is twisted, more Dragon then man - even if he jumps back. Gliding on his wings.

And then he darts forward again, aiming to slam into the wall - now using the sword as almost a blocker. So he can't flee in that direction.

Aymeric's starting to wonder if there's something else going on in this spar. It's like Haurchefant is trying to aim for injuring him or something. That....can't be right. Right?

And while Aymeric can't flee, he certainly can duck when the dragon man comes at him again.

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