It had been long.

Cory could feel the air swaying against him as his bones creaked, a determinate look upon his gaze as he took everything in. His body was heavy, much heavier than when he had left. Along the way, he had shifted back into his dragon form. It was a large adjustment, but one he desperately desired for the journey he was about to uptake. Luckily, this form proved advantageous. It allowed him to maneuver the lands faster, which is something the giant desperately needed. Cory had disappeared because he was looking for something. Although, he wasn’t sure whether it was a something or a someone. Regardless, here he would reappear, disappointed after a year of persistence.

As the giant lumbered into Tanglewood territory, his beaming eyes trailed off into the distance. Things had changed, he was sure of it. It had been so long, how could they not? With a soft grumble and a complacent look upon his gaze, his head shifted to and fro with each step. Dozens of nameless clanmates glared upon him with a deep seated disgust. They didn’t recognize him, and he couldn’t recognize them.

“Where is Aesior?” boomed the dragon. He sat down, hunched over as he awaited the sight of his beloved. “Tell him Cory wants to see him.”

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A familiar silhouette brimmed into Cory’s eyesight as he stood, exhaling a large breath through his mighty nostrils. He could sense it. The rage, the fury, deep within Atticus’s mind as he glanced upon him. Cory knew the former wasn’t happy to see him, not that he could blame them. He had turned his back on everything to fulfill some hopeless fantasy. Empty promises that he would be back soon had tumbled past his lips, tarnishing the bond of trust and security he once held with his people.

He listened to Atticus, flinching a bit in sadness as he heard of Aesior’s dilemma. He was unconscious? What did he get himself into? His heart raced but he kept a stone cold expression.

“I needed to find someone,” was all Cory could reply, his body threatening to tremor as the agony of knowing something happened to Aesior ripped through him. “I want to see him.”

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Another face crept out of the woodworks and to the feet of the massive, scaled beast. His eyes narrowed into slits and he barred his teeth. How dare they tell Cory he can’t see his- his….he didn’t want to get into it right now. However, when the member made their relations known, Cory felt himself stiffen. Father? Oh shit. This was Aesior’s kid?

Solsken was held tightly in the dragon’s vision as he wracked his mind. Who was the other parent? Where did this child come from? How old were they? A flurry of questions fluttered around the tattered mind of the dragon. Now he had to explain himself for the first time publicly. Great. Not to mention, he could feel Seven burning a hole into the back of his head with that glare.

“Aesior is a very special person to me. I don’t know how to describe it because we didn’t get that far,” he muttered towards Solsken. Then, evidently a bit flustered, he shook his head. “Just take me to him. Please.”

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[td]LETS FIGHT, WITHOUT ANY FEAR
It would be a lie if she said that she knew what she was doing. The commotion of a great tall beast with a rather unsettling countenance and her new groupmates was enough to rouse the lantern-bearer from her small roost in the library. Her steps closer to the gathering of mismatched faces and a pool of names led her to almost miss the scent of volatile emotions on the air. She could pick up on so many different scents that for a moment, she lost herself in trying to pick them apart. Anger, anguish, despair, frustration. There were too many scents souring the air and causing her head to spin.

The lilac point molly shook her head and began to walk towards the gathering of faces again, the small bells and ribbons around her ear making soft tinking sounds, announcing her quiet presence better than she could. She didn't have names for the faces here aside from Atticus, at least, none that stuck. Stepping towards the gray tabby's side, towards the familiar face and perhaps the second most visibly angry person there, she took a deep breath. She had seen the Luminary fall, and hearing all this talk about being special... there were a few clues for her to pick at maybe but she didn't know the whole story. She was worried for the unconscious form that had crumpled after such a struggle to announce the things he had.

Coming to a slow stop at Atticus' side, Pere would lift her gaze to Corrupttimelines' massive body and swallowed. "I know that I'm new here and things are really tense but Sir Dragon, might I suggest that you let things cool down first? Maybe wait until our Luminary is conscious and able to handle this ... tension? If he's as special as you claim, I know that you might be worried but he is in a delicate state and anything that might disturb his recovery would be dangerous to introduce to him. I'm sure you can understand. Why don't you find a home or if you had one, maybe return there for the time being Sir? We're all very wound up and stressed right now, please. When Aesior is better, you can see him, I'm sure.", she would speak up as loud as she dared, well aware that other voices could speak over her own.

Gaze catching the body of Corrupted Flower, she would tip her head. The son of the Luminary and someone who said he was special to him, yet both of their names started with something related to "Corrupt". How strange. Lowering her head slightly as her ears flicked and leaned back, mulling over the younger male's words. Her gaze flicked to Seven as their stand-in Lumianry and Shadow Reaper spoke, ears standing up. It was true that the big dragon hadn't been present, and it seemed like there was some history there, but she bit her tongue to keep from speaking again. It really wasn't her place and she would prefer to not make enemies with her new groupmates, but she couldn't help but to feel sympathetic in a way. He was a stranger to their situation like she was, though he was no stranger to the group.  [/td][/tr][/table]