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Darc paused (mentally) for a minute and pondered how he should respond to that. Darc, though part dragon himself, dispised other dragons with a passion. All they were was hot air and jerks who weren't afraid to call Darc out on his human half. The half-dragon grew up with a lot of his whole brethren, and they were the worst of the worst when it came teasing him and making him feel left out and useless. Dragons were naturally aggressive and mean which is why his true self, the Darc he doesn't let show all that often needed a disguise- the Darc he pretends to be now.

He finally gave a response to Shirin in a quieter voice so the others wouldn't really hear him. "Dragons are horrible creatures and they should all get a devastating beating at least once a day, in my opinion," he said calmly. "He hasn't even been that 'co-operative' lately anyways, and I dislike people who try to kill friendlies in the middle of a battle and I dispise people who crush my arm,"

With his sword in his dragon-hand, he lightly squeezed his human hand and that ended up squeezing Shirin's just a bit, betraying his stress even had she not the ability to sense this emotion in the first place. He gave a glance back to Palmira and Garll, wondering hwo much more she would take before she snapped. He must admit, she was boding rather well given the circumstances so he couldn't really blame her.... hostile disposition. He then glanced further back for the angels and..... were they high or something? He wondered that, truthfully. They had this strict way of handling things: We give no fucks to anything that doesn't directly pertain to us. This way of doing stuff seemed to piss Palmira off to no end, it seemed. Then again, they weren't doing jack shit during the fight with the hunters, definetly not when Garll went insane and bit her. Darc found himself realizing that he might be the one holding the title for best opinion in the group from her, and he wasn't really confident she was going to pat him on the back and call him pal. Things needed to change once they got to their shelter or else he would need to break away from the group before they ended up killing each other.

He turned his head back to Shirin finally when he felt her grip on his hand tighten..... and when he realized that they were holding hands. "W-what are you doing?!" he shout-whispered with a visible blush on his face. "Y-you don't need any assistance walking, so why........" he trailed off.