Yaksha sat on the top of one of Gwilikith's mountains, muttering softly to himself. It was almost fatally cold at such high altitudes, and almost as if to prove this, ice was forming on the shoulder's of Yaksha's shirt. He had decided to dress rather sparingly today, foregoing his normal suit and tophat for a rather loose-fitting shirt, and a pair of bloodstained slacks. The blood itself had come from an unlucky orc, which had attempted to halt the demon's progression. He lay nearby, his body already nearly as cool as the air itself.

Yaksha's eyes were deep, and endlessly empty, almost as if they were a portal to some all-engulfing shadow. His hand moved slowly and carefully to a pocket in his slacks, only to pull out a small cigar. He dipped one end in the cooling blood of the orc, and lit the other end, sucking at it steadily. The scent of blood was thick in the air, steadily mingling with the smell of the burning tobacco. "Such a grand day. I can almost feel the steady slope of decay...."

Feirste laid in his cave, a top a pile of gold and diamonds. The small, but large dragon lay completely still, his wings spread out over the mounds of coins and jewels, his eyes closed, and quiet snores left the sleeping white dragon. Nothing could disturb him from his slumber, it was a good day to sleep. Hours before he had been hunting, and got a couple cows, he had devoured one on the spot, the other, though, was near the wall of his cave, frozen in a block of ice, it eyes wide with terror. It would be snack for when he woke.

Then there was the sound of soft paws padding along the icy floor. And a winter wolf could be seen, its reflections flashing off the ice walls as it went towards its master. It went to the dragons head, and prodded the dragon with its nose, but when it didn't wake, it growled, the lifted a paw and pressed it against one of the dragons eyes, then barked. Feirste woke with a start, and lifted his head up sharply, making the wolf Nesih tumble down the mound, and land on the ice. It looked up at Feirste, then barked again, then started running outside, but waited at the entrance, where Brax and Leex waited.

The dragon groaned. Someone was on his territory. The wolves were his watch dogs, they came and woke him if someone was near. He stretched, then stood, walking towards the entrance, as he walked, he changed, going from a pure white dragon to a pale, odd looking man, with long pure white hair falling loose over his shoulders. He wore white clothing, as his skin almost matched.

He walked easy over the ice floor, not once slipping and loosing his balance. He made it out to the cold air, it was almost freezing, but to him, it was wonderful. His breath came out in wisp of mist. He gestured for the wolves to lead the way to where the intruder was, and they did, leading the way up a path. He followed quickly. He first saw the body of the dead orc, then looked up seeing the strange man there. He continued to walk confidently there, til he was only a little ways from the man.

"Your on my land." Feirste called to the man.

Yaksha's head slowly rose, his eyes still as blank, and a primitive grin adorning his face. "Oh, am I now? I was under the impression no one man could own something as grand as these mountains. I'm afraid that I'll have to decline your requests." He pushed himself up, and his face grew grave. "I would advise you to return from whence you came, and rest. I can't be held responsible for what happens from this point on."

His hands lay at his side, and they quickly bunched into fists. "I'm not a naturally violent person, dragon. Senseless murder is not in my agenda. But, if you wish to battle..." His right hand began to crackle with a dark energy, filling the air with a sense of impending doom. "I'm sure I can clear out my calender." He rose his finger, pointing it at Brax. "Bang." The moment the word was out, a thin line of energy shot forward, aimed right between the wolf's eyes.

Feirste the human, stood completely still, except for the strange wind that blew around him. He folded his arms, eyes narrowing. This person was pushing it a little to much. "I wasn't requesting you to leave." His cold voice said. The three wolves around the white dragon, growled at the intruder, Feirste held up his hand, quieting his pets. This man was odd, Feirste never once asked for a battle, he never said anything like it, he was just telling the stranger to get off his land, but the man seemed to want a fight. He sighed, then held his arms out, the wind around him growing more and more violent by the second, till one could hear the roar of the wind.

The man then used a Enervation bolt, and it hit Brax, Brax tried to jump away, so the bolt hit him in the side. The wolf went completely limp, but Feirste could see its chest rising and falling, but it was faint. Feirste snarled in anger, then he changed into his true draconic form.

"Your just asking to get yourself killed, human." He roared. The once human Feirste stood high above the man, his breath coming out in a frosty mist. The skies above grew darker, and menacingly in a wide circle of near black clouds. There were loud crackles from the clouds, threatening to strike at any minute. He snapped out a word of magic, and then a bolt of lightning shot down, heading straight for the man.

Yaksha bent back with sickening flexibility, the lightning flying over his head. He rose, his hair singed from the bolt. "There was your second mistake, dragon." His voice was deep, primal, and merciless. "I had no intention of fighting, I simply wished for a nice day to myself. And YOU just had to come along and spoil that." He rose, his hands deep within his pockets. He stared fearlessly at Feirste, and then began to shift and morph. He grew almost a foot in seconds, his skin growing tight and pale in some places, simply shedding off in others. "But, I am willing to forgive. Your manner of introduction was less than satisfactory, but I may have jumped the gun." He bowed quickly, and then looked back up. "Forgive me."

What was with this man? He comes on his land, basically challenges the white dragon, and uses magic on his wolf Brax, and didn't expect Feirste to take offense from it? Now he tells the dragon that he had no intention of fighting? This man was a fool, a complete fool to do such things. He should respect a dragon, and respect the dragons land, by not harming anything on it, but this man was just asking to be kill one day. Feirste scrap on clawed foot against the mountain in frustration. Even when the man changed, Feirste didn't flinch.

He lowered his draconic head, till it was leveled with the others.

"Hurt something else on my land, hurt even a bug, I will hunt you down, and crush you. In fact, after today and then on, I don't want to see you even on my mountain here, or I will give you hell." He hissed. He would hunt him down, just like Lilith, if this man did touch his land. The dark clouds above slowly disappeared, then slowly, Feirste changed back into his human.

He turned from the man, and knelt beside his wolf Brax, and stroked his nearly white hand across the wolf's fur.

"Who are you, and why are you even here?" He snapped.

"Me? I'm simply a passerby, here for some peace and quiet." He walked over to Brax, and lay his hands over the wolf, a soft blue glow covering it. "I can't do much for him now, but I'll try." He looked up at Feirste, his eyes impassive. "I'm sorry, I truly meant no harm. But you put me on edge, and I'm never in a good mood when my meditation is interrupted." He rose, and then bowed gracefully, a thin smile on his face. "Name's Yaksha. I really do hope that you could forgive me."