172 The Black Bird (1/2)

Draig grasped the arm that had been torn from Hien by the Founder and stared at the small bit of ichor that pooled where it had laid.

A sensation he hadn't felt in some time began to bubble as he found himself drawn to his hands and knees in order to lick up the golden puddle as if he was a starving animal. It was fast as it was a meager amount but Draig's eyes dilated and he seemed as if he was an addict looking for his next hit but found nothing until his eyes were drawn to the arm.

'Just another taste won't hurt' thought Draig as his eyes seemed to glow with greed until the arm swung and slapped Draig with an all too familiar might.

Suddenly the fingers moved into a mouth shape and Feras's voice could be heard.

”You disrespectful little brat, dare to try and take a bite out of my new body. I'll show you the error of your ways or my name isn't Feras Tullani” babbled the hand as the arm bent it's elbow and launched itself with surprising speed and the hand became a fist.

Still a grumbled shout could be heard from the hand.

”Founder's Grounding” came the mumble call.

Draig was freed of his short craze by the slap but was dazed by the talking hand, the blow to his head subsequently knocking his head into the ground as if an ostrich.

Quickly pulling his head from the dirt he grabbed the arm by the for arm and held it off the ground.

”Put me down brat, I'm not done educating you yet” growled the hand as it seemed to claw at him.

”You have already inhabited the arm? How is this possible” asked Draig speaking for the first time since Hien's disturbance of the worlds laws.

”Sometimes bodies are a restriction of themselves” answered Feras cryptically.

Draig didn't bother asking further as he was still focused on the task at hand.

'Where would that Grave Forger hide.' wondered Draig as he stashed away the arm containing the Founder.

'Why don't my arms talk' came the mental question from the egg in a depressed manner.

Draig shook his head and decided he would leave this location instead of collecting any remaining resources.

He was also reminded of the fact that he would need to do some more experiments, it would do well for him to make a bit of a reputation for himself in this world. One he could claim that is....

The Vampire sat down and began to scribble on slips of paper, it was beautiful with the way his hands moved. This was his first step, a little bit of vindication you could say for the failure of the Deadman Enchanter.

The talismans he created now were just some simple things that could slightly tilt the odds of battle but to experts this slight opportunity could turn into a landslide. As for Rookies it would be an extra bit of assurance in case something goes wrong.

Behind them were several strong looking people though one of the group stood off to the side and seemed far more hostile.