Aiariel walked slowly through the land that surrounded, Therab the Volcano, it reminded her so much of her original home. The home she had been thrown from in pure hatred. Growling in hatred towards her own breed she picked up a large stone and throw it into the bubbling magma of the volcano.

Sitting down she sat in a patch of brown, brittle dead grass cursing the fact this new land she had seen in dreams once before reminded her so much of the past she had left or better yet been forced to leave. Sighing in hatred towards her onw race and breed this younge fire demon stayed where she was. Ainariel did not care if anyone saw that she was in an angry mood.

Daemion was standing just at the edge of a pit of magma. He was staring down into the molten substance, seemingly uneffected by it. There was barely a trace of sweat at his brow, even though by all things natural, Daemion shouldn't even be able to withstand the heat.

Out of nowhere, his ears gave a twitch and he was imidately aware of another presence. Inclining his head just slightly, he turned. Unconciously, he gave a sniff to the air, and caught scent of something he didn't really recognize. His tail flicked once, as he jumped down from the pit and onto the burnt-out grasses below.


(Sorry bout the delay. I got majorly distracted))

Ainariel just stared at the man before gaining her feet again and pushing her hair out of her face slowly. Looking at this man with questioning eyes she said in a voice that was somewhat like the crackling of a fire, "Can I help you sir?"

As she waited for his reply she settled herself against one of the large volcanic stones looking at him with big brown eyes. "So can I Help you or do you just plan on staring at me until I feel like leaving?" She asks him as she crossed her arms and continued to wait.

Daemion rose, slowly, from his slightly crouched position. It had been a rather long fall from where he had jumped, though he landed gracefully; much like a cat. He studied the woman for a moment, not caring if his gaze was a discomforting one or not. He flicked an ear at the question, and leaned back against one rock; his arms crossed in front of him. "There is nothing you can help me with."

His own voice was a not-very-friendly one; and tinged with a deep growl one would only expect from a feral dog. He spoke in a tone that revealed his belief that he was superior to everyone.

She looked back at him in the same manner and moved closer to him. "Think you are all big and mighty don't you sir?" She states and glared at him with pircing orange eyes. "You will find out soon enough that you are not that. No one is as big and mighty as they believe they are." With that said and a snarly towards the stranger Ainariel turned on her heels and headed down the path she had taken to come to where she had met the strange male.

Daemion hadn't moved; hadn't flinched. He didn't even twitch an ear when the woman came closer. At the comment he gave somewhat of a smirk, revelaing one canine's fang before he settled back to his usual, stoic expression. "What about you? What do you think you are."

He was still for a moment, as the woman walked away. Then, he decided it would be amusing to see her reaction. So, he followed her. Daemion didn't even try to hide the fact that he was following her. He wanted the woman to know she was being followed ... stalked even.



((Blah ... Sorry for the crap post. I'm in a hurry cause I gotta leave))

Ainariel had figured a man as strange as this one would do something like fallow her as she made her way towards the nearest town with a tavern. WIthout even looking behind her she could tell he was fallowing he was not even attempting to conseal the fact that he was. His footsteps were like constent stones slapping against the ground echoing in her ears.

Sighing deeply longing to turn around and tell the dog like creature to go hit the hills, she made herself come down. Unfolding her butterfly-like wings she soared to the skies above in hopes of loosing this strange creatures.

Daemion gave an odd little smirk as he followed the woman. He was doing so for no reason other than boredom, and to see her reaction. Daemion was somewhat odd like that. Enjoyed seeing the reasctions peopel gave to whatever he did. Daemion was really just searching for soemoen who would do something different. Because his life is a rather dull one, and testing people is the only thing he has found to amuse himself.

Daemion's actions could most accurately be compared to the way a cat plays with its prey before eating it. Not that Daemion would eat people or that he was feline, but that was the best way of describing Daemion.

He laughed inwardly when the woman unfolded wings he hadn't noticed before, and took to the air. If he were so inclined, Daemion could still follow the woman. It wasn't hard to distinquish her shadow upon the ground as she flew off.