Tsubasa

1812 moaned in pain and threw up, it seemed non cooked meat was making him sick. He threw up once more but continued to eat, even more hungry than before. He threw up once more, whimpering but still eating.

Karang sighed, holding up a finger to tell him to wait before making a weird face and finally blowing some fire on the meat, effectively cooking it. He grimaced, feeling like he had a bad case of heartburn (his human form wasn't the best at breathing fire) and gagging, beating out the flames once he figured the meat was cooked enough. It was burned here and there but at least it wasn't raw anymore.
"Bon appetite," he grumbled before burping up some smoke. "Gah."

He looked at the meat and smelled it. He took another bite and then another. He licked his lip, enjoying it much more now then before. He ate till he was full and then yawned and a crawled over to Karang, "Here from." He pointed to the brand mark on his leg that read 'Experiment 1812' below in tinier letters read, 'kill if found'.

He cocked his head at it, frowning down at the letters. "That's odd... Hmm. So what, you escaped or something? You're an interesting little thing, that's for sure."

He went over to a painted picture on the temple wall. The picture was of a demon and holy men fighting. He pointed to the demon and made grrr noises. He used some of the blood on his hands to draw a stick figure with glasses and then smack it making the blood go all over the stick figures face. He screamed and played dead. Then sat up and looked at Karang.

The dragon's head tilted in curiosity... The little thing seemed to be trying to get a point across, and judging based off what he was doing, he could sort of figure it out.
"Somebody was killed," he mused to himself thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "Somebody or multiple somebodies were killed, and you got out... Am I close?"

He clapped and nodded. He pointed to the demon and smacked the bloody drawing again. He yawned once more but shook his head not wanting to sleep. (I was think of add one of my others characters to the RP to get some more story going, is that okay? Or would you prefer going through just Karang and 1812).

(Yeah, that's fine go ahead!)

Karang nodded, smiling slightly as he stretched a wing out and enveloped 1812 in its fluffy, feathery fold. "You're an interesting little thing, that's for sure." He let out a yawn of his own, leaning back against the wall and bringing his knees up to his chest to rest for a little while.

He laughed at the feel of the wing and started to fall asleep. He slept well for quiet a bit before waking to a male's voice, "hello? Hello, little one?"
"Cat!" 1812 popped his head up.
In walked a tall muscled man in nothing but pants, and a necklace with a sharp tooth hanging from it. He carried many things in his back. He paused and looked at Karang and then at what was left of the charred saber.

Katanga lifted his head, watching the man warily as he brought his other wing around to help protect 1812. Apparently they knew each other, but he was still on guard and ready to defend himself and the little thing if he had to.
He noticed the glance at the fried saber, a small smile flitting across his lips as he gave him a smirk that read, Yeah, that was me.

"And you are?" The man raised an eye brow looking at his wing. "Wait... Are you a dragon?!"
1812 raised his hands, "cat!"
"Boy I'm a werewolf not a cat. Please don't call me a cat." He scowled.
1812 pointed to Karang, "og!"
"Oh and the dragon is the dog." He shook his head.

"Amphiptere, to be exact," Karang told him slowly, glancing down at 1812 before looking back up at the man. "Werewolf, eh? Don't see you guys around these parts a whole lot anymore."

"Came to investigate the dragon disappearances. I found him a few days go. He wouldn't come with me to town at all though. I got some food and clothing for him, he is human... I think." He started opening his bag and taking out some pants. 1812 walked up and started to pull stuff out of the bag well, "hey don't make a mess!" The werewolf scowled, "I'm Gregory by the way." He smiled "so what are you doing out here? Are you the dragon who watches these part? Any idea what is happening to your kind?"

Karang watched 1812 mess around with the bag, folding his brightly colored wings tightly behind his back. "I know as much as you do, buddy. I'm trying to figure everything out like the rest of us. I had some friends who lived around here... No sign of them now." The worry was evident in the dragon's voice and he sighed, scratching his head. "I'm just wandering now, trying to find my kind and hoping I don't disappear too." He shrugged, flexing his shoulders and preening his feathers with his fingers absentmindedly. "I'm Karang."

1812 picked a knife out of the bag and Gregory took it away and 1812 started digging into the bag again. "Wow... It's scary. The demons have been more aggressive too. Heard one completely demolished a town up north. It isn't like a demon to just kill like that. Usually they trick people into doing it for them.
They say he just went mad and the only thing that stopped him was killing him."
Gregory took out a Carmel candy and handed it to 1812. 1812 started playing with it squeezing it in his hands making it melt some. Gregory sigh and shook his head, taking out another piece and putting it in 1812's mouth. 1812 ate it happily then licking what was the other camel off his hands. "Ooooo!" He said and held his hand out for more. Gregory gave him another, "so any idea where he came from?"

Karang shook his head, watching the little thing eat the candy. "No clue. From what he told me- or showed me, whatever- somebody else was with him, but they got killed and he managed to escape or something like that. I'm not sure exactly what happened but whatever it was, it wasn't good." He shrugged, finishing with his preening and morphing the wings back into his shoulder blades like they were never there, now rubbing the bruises appearing on his neck.

"Well in heading north to investigate further, and if you are investigating you should head to the east, they said they have a dragon who said he was attack but they can't get anymore out of him. Maybe another dragon can. You should take him along with you." He looked at 1812 who was playing with his feet. "He may not understand much but I have seen him fight. He can help you. We can meet back here so we can exchanged information."

He nodded, watching 1812 with a vacant gaze. "If there's a disturbance to the east, why are you going north?"
Karang didn't exactly like being told what to do, but this was really the right thing to do. If there really was a dragon that needed help, he'd be there to help it as soon as possible. He wanted to know what was happening as much as anybody.

"Well the demon going nuts and a dragon skeleton was found." He took hold of 1812 and tried to dress him in pants. 1812 screamed and tried to get away, "O O O O O!!!" He yelled.
"Stop! You can't go around naked." Gregory continued to try to put 1812's pants on.

He nodded, his gaze dropping at the mention of the dragon skeleton. Whatever it was that was killing a dragon was powerful, that was certain, for not much could kill a dragon. He wondered if that's what had happened to all the others, if they had all been killed too... Now that was depressing.
He reached out and patted 1812 on the head absentmindedly, lost in thought and trying to make sense of things in his head. None of it was logical, not yet... Not yet.