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Aquaea Xanatos Hayashimizu

"The life of a 'hero' has no meaning. Brought peace through victory, there is no reward at the end of a hard-walked path. A 'hero' is born alone, cries alone, lives alone, dies alone, and fades into obscurity."

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a character in “Marked: For Better or for Worse”, as played by Tsukiakari

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Aquaea Xanatos Hayashimizu
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Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Rawsain. Aquaea's particular "gifts" due to her racial heritage are the abilities to assimilate and control water through hydrogen bonds, and to raise and lower its pH. She fights by absorbing water vapor along a certain plane, tightening the hydrogen bonds amongst the molecules, thereby ultracompressing it into a liquid form with properties of a solid. The result is a whip-like blade of an indeterminate length, which is only one molecule thick at all points, but is so dense as to be as tough as metal regardless. The very edge of the blade, then, has its pH lowered to make it an incredibly powerful base, causing it to tear through organic matter like a hot knife through butter. If looked at from the front or back, the blade is actually too thin to be visible, rendering it a very confusing weapon.

This power has a few other uses as well. Absorbed water can be wrapped around her limbs, then puppeteered to exponentially boost her running speed and her strength. She can also form it into a small platform of water which she may hover upon, or create crystallized liquid water - like ice, only not cold - and release it in a projectile shower with her attacks. This crystallized water has its pH raised, causing it to become a powerful acid, and similarly destructive to organic matter. If it comes into contact with the edge of the sword's blade, however, the acid and base will react violently, releasing a tremendous amount of heat.

Personality: Aquaea might strike someone immediately upon first meeting as being very cold, cynical, and stoic. She's slow to trust anyone, seems to feel very few emotions, and is fiercely self-reliant and isolated. She hates accepting favors or help from other people, although her overall motivation is to help other people herself. Her worldview is rather morbid, as she believes that being a hero will reap her no reward, and that the only thing at the end of her struggles is death - something she's not entirely reluctant to accept. While she is usually very patient, if someone gets under her skin, they can expect to be paid back in full with bitingly insulting shots of sarcasm before she once again retreats into herself. Despite this, however, she is, in fact, a rather kind person, helping others without expecting a reward for a second. Due to her issues trusting people, she acts as cold and impassive as possible so as to prevent anyone from getting close to her. She is terrified of being betrayed, and as such, distances herself from social interaction as much as possible. forcing her to handle all of her problems alone. The best way to earn her respect is through kindness without forcing one's opinion, worldview, or assistance upon her, which arouses her suspicion.

Appearance: Aquaea stands at about five foot six, and is possessed of a slender, light physique. With narrow shoulders, long, thin limbs, a narrow waist, flat stomach, womanly figure, and soft skin of a slightly pale hue, she looks more like the fragile, pretty damsel in distress than the hero out to save others. Despite this air of gracefulness and serenity, one might notice that she is a bit odd. Her deep blue eyes - brought into stark relief by the smallness of her nose and chin, her soft, pursed pink lips and well kept white teeth concealed behind them, her small ears, and her exotic black-on-white hair - always look slightly distant, and somewhat mournful, as do the rest of her features. Aside from this melancholy air, however, one would be hard pressed to find any emotion at all within the warrior maiden's countenance. Her enigmatic coldness simultaneously repels one and draws them in through curiosity. If one managed to get close enough to her to see it, one would notice something else about her. While her face is unblemished and beautiful, the rest of her body is by no means the same. Five long, pale white scars run across her back, as though she has been repeatedly cut and stabbed, nursed back to health, and then had the same wounds opened again. These scars are roughly in the shape of an X, with one white blotch on both the left and right of this X, and one directly above it. While these scars do not ruin her beauty, it is a truly tragic thing to behold, like an angel with its wings broken apart and left to heal on their own. On a final note, in the center of her forehead, concealed beneath a lock of black hair, is a star shaped black spot - her mark as a rider.

Aquaea's usual outfit consists of an almost military-like dress, made up of a white blouse connected to a tight white and blue "skirt" - which can hardly be called such, as it has prominent segments cut out of the sides so as not to hinder movement, whilst not being overly revealing, and is quite short on top of this - beneath a cyan-on-black half-jacket. To compensate for the possible immodesty of her outfit, she wears tall black pantyhose. Her feet are clad in sandals, the color scheme of which matches with the rest of her ensemble.

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History: Aquaea has had a somewhat regrettable history with other people, resulting in her current personality. Her parents were both successful merchants, and, as a result, were rarely at home, leaving her alone most of the time. She was always somewhat reserved in nature, and, as a result, didn't make many friends, either. She spent most of her time reading books - specifically, records of legendary deeds and heroic stories, from which she learned most of her young ideals and derived most of her young dreams. She wanted to be a hero of justice, loved by the people who she would fight her hardest to save, to vanquish evil and live happily ever after. The few times she spoke out about these dreams, she was mercilessly mocked for them, and, as a result, became further withdrawn from others. She wanted a purpose in life above all else, but no matter how much she searched, that was the one thing she could not find.

She reluctantly joined in the family business when she came of age. Her first real job was the command of a small trade vessel sailing through an inland sea to reach a lucrative port. The route was frequently traveled, and no danger was foreseen. It seemed from the outset of the voyage that the job would be easy - of course, it was not. The crew consisted of several assorted Humans and Rawsain. The Rawsain were wary of the Humans, who in turn were irritated at the Rawsain for shunning them. Aquaea tried her best to keep her crew under control, but her over-the-top methods of interdiction were largely ineffective and rather infuriating. The Humans felt like they were not sufficiently respected, and the Rawsain felt that their commander was a dunce and a fool. Soon, the Rawsain made their move - they mutinied, attempting to throw both their commander and the Humans off of the ship. The Humans didn't want to lose their precious pay, so simultaneously made a grab for the ship's cargo. Aquaea fled for her life, and ended up trapped in the hold along with the Humans, with the angry Rawsain outside clamoring for all of their blood. Aquaea desperately tried to resolve things peacefully, like a "hero," and was unanimously told to shut her mouth before the crew shut it for her. The Humans didn't like the position they were in, and so negotiated a deal. They would hand over Aquaea and get off the ship in exchange for some of the cargo. The Rawsain would have to accept this, because they could break a hole in the hull and sink both ship and cargo alike before the Rawsain could get in. Aquaea was handed over, but the Rawsain did not hold up their end of the bargain, and the Humans was massacred wholesale. Aquaea was taken advantage of, stabbed in the back, and thrown into the sea, and that was that. There were no witnesses, and the Rawsain covered up their actions as a Human mutiny. The Human public objected, but the Rawsain courts were naturally sympathetic to their own people, and so the murderous crew got off without any punishment. And, that was the end of that.

Against all expectations, however, Aquaea survived, washing up on shore far from where she had been thrown into the sea. She had drifted for two days and two nights, and was barely clinging to life when she staggered into a small fishing village, three daggers stuck fast in her back and blood pouring from several other open wounds. The Humans who lived in the village mistook her for a member of their race, a sole survivor of the crew that had been massacred. Sympathizing with her, they treated her wounds, nursing her back to life. When she finally awoke, however, her incoherent terror at being surrounded by Humans soon caused them to realize that she was in fact a Rawsain, and, with no witnesses around to tell them otherwise, they served as judge, jury, and executioner, intending to put her to death for the murders she had doubtless participated in, and to finish the job that had been done on her before. She was chased in a half-living state from the village, almost being stoned to death in the process. Fleeing into a nearby forest, she only barely escaped the mob pursuing her. During that time, she saw several Angels and Werewolves roaming the woods, but none of them stopped to aid her, assuming she was a criminal of some kind and not wanting anything to do with her.


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She doesn't remember emerging from the woods. Her next memory is of awakening to find herself once again revived, this time by two sisters - Sirens. They were twins, aside from one being a Water Siren and the other being a Fire Siren, and they were bounty hunters. The Water Siren - Miri - was an amateur archer who had only recently taken up the profession, and frequently relied on her much more experienced sister - Tirris - to protect her with her sword and shield. They were kind to Aquaea, although Miri was rather suspicious of her, given the state they had found her in, and Tirris was incredibly boisterous, to the point of being rather rude. When they heard Aquaea's story, they took her in as a third member of their team, judging that she needed friends, a job, food, water, and a place to sleep more than anything at the moment. She agreed, although she was not very experienced at fighting. Tirris offered to train her in the use of a sword, and Miri gave her some ideas on how to use her powers. Over all, this learning process shaped her combat style into what it is today.

She accompanied Tirris and Miri for a few months, taking odd jobs, usually just the capture of a few runaway criminals or bandits. However, this soon changed when they were hired by a werewolf pack to exterminate a group of traitors who had split from the pack, attempted to murder its leader, and, when that failed, leaving the old clan head in a critical state, fled to start their own pack. The three were offered a great deal of money, and so eagerly accepted, tracking down the werewolves and ambushing them. At first, it seemed like the job would be easy. Many of the wolves fell before they had a chance to strike back. However, this was not to be. Soon, their leader appeared, and he was far stronger than the rest. Miri was sent flying by his very first blow, and he then turned his attention to Aquaea, raining down showers of clawstrokes, punches, kicks and vicious bites, which she was only barely able to defend against. The air was dry, and she could not hold out for long. Still, she was confident that the battle would soon end. Whenever Miri got into trouble, Tirris was always there to assist her. Aquaea trusted Tirris, and was sure that the Fire Siren would be at that moment creeping around behind the giant wolf to strike him a fatal blow whilst he was preoccupied with the Rawsain.

And so, when she looked up to see Tirris fleeing alongside Miri, she was shocked, shaken to the very core. She simply could not believe that she had been abandoned by those she had held such adamant faith in. She cried out for them to help her, but they ignored her and kept on running. She could not escape from the great wolf, and her defenses soon collapsed. The giant wolf, crowing with victory, picked her up and flung her from a high cliff. She surely would have been dashed to pieces on the rocks at the bottom had she not roused herself from her stupor of despair and created a screen of compressed water below her, and then used her powers to stop her fall. She landed softly, and staggered from the scene of the battle as best she could, before collapsing from fatigue yet again.

Aquaea was in despair. She had been shunned by Humans, Werewolves, Angels, Sirens... even by her own race. She blamed herself for this, and only continued to live because she soon realized that a black spot had appeared on her forehead, and for whatever reason, she had been marked as a dragon rider. It was then that she decided that, since she could not trust anyone to aid her, she would carry out her dreams on her own. However, her ideals have changed somewhat. She knows that she is to fight, and die, for the people of the world, that bonds of trust are made only to be broken, and that at the end of a struggle, there is no reward for heroic acts of self sacrifice.

Thus, her life has no meaning. Her body is nothing but a sword to be wielded against the evils that must be fought, and then discarded...

Bonded: Inanna












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Aquaea Xanatos Hayashimizu's Story

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Aquaea sighed, brushing her hand through her two-toned hair and staring off into space, the spiraling, whirling platform of water she stood perfectly balanced upon moving silently across the overcast sky. It was humid - which was perfect. This way, Aquaea didn't need to bother with trying to maintain control of her water. Even if some of it slipped away from her, she could always replace it at a moment's notice. Still, flying was so boring sometimes, given that she still had to focus on directing her water and keeping it from collapsing out from under her. Oh well. It still beat wandering aimlessly through a dark, creature-ridden forest until she stumbled across the cave she was apparently looking for. At least like this she had a bird's eye view of things - actually, wasn't that the cave down there? Well. This was easier than she'd thought. She was almost growing suspicious of the world for being so generous to her and making her target easy to find.

Running her hand through her silken locks, she settled it beneath her bangs, lightly touching on her formerly unblemished forehead, now taken up by a rather large, vaguely star-shaped blotch of black. Marked... How odd it was that she, of all people, had been chosen. While she supposed she should have been grateful - after all, she now finally had a chance to be a hero, didn't she? - she couldn't help but worry that this all seemed too easy, an adjective which had at no time described her adult life. Something almost seemed wrong about it. Maybe she was just paranoid, but if her experiences had taught her anything, it was that just because she was paranoid didn't mean something catastrophic and potentially fatal wasn't about to happen. Best just accept it, prepare for it, and be done with the whole worrying process.

"A dragon... Huh," She murmured somewhat distastefully. She wasn't looking forward to having to work as a team with anyone. Although she tried to reassure herself with the old legends of dragons and their riders sharing a mind - and thereby being unable to betray one another - that only raised more problems. She didn't want any lizard rummaging through her head, no matter how revered and powerful and special it was.

I'd have preferred a dog, Aquaea thought sarcastically. At least they can't read minds. Oh, boy. This is going to just be perfect. Better brace myself. I get the feeling this is going to be a royal pain in the ass.

"Argh," She muttered, lowering the water platform upon which she rode. "Finally here. I'm so stiff. Well, guess I'd better land and walk it off."

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Appearing almost like a gargantuan, finely made statue crafted from hammered copper, the only thing that marked the Great Dragon as a living creature was the breathing, which was visible if one looked closely, and the great, glimmering, golden eyes which took in everything. After a moment of regarding this first Marked, who had arrived in such an odd fashion, the reptile spoke.

"Greetings, Marked one. I am pleased to see you arrived safely, and trust the journey was not unpleasant." He gave a brief, polite nod, the tip of his tail twitching ever so slightly.

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Ryuu halted and froze in place upon hearing a loud rustle of leaves, head swiveling back and forth and nose in the air. His senses just weren't good enough in this form..... He could maybe... Yes. The sweetly familiar scent of a human being. It was almost comforting. He had grown up in human cities, after all.

He moved quickly ahead and trying not to let his footsteps be heard by the human he was approaching. After all, it wouldn't be any good to startle them or, if they turned out to be an enemy, alert them to his presence. Peering through a cover of bushes, the red haired child considered what he saw. Human with a map.... Didn't seem to be carrying weapons... Might have some food?

With the hope of food in mind, the boy stepped out into the clear, a grin on his puckish, freckled face. "Hello!"

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Giving little sound but a quiet whirr, the circle of spinning water descended to the earth directly in front of the mouth of the cave. As it touched down, the water spiraled upward, forming a double-helix around Aquaea as it swiftly uncoiled itself, and then vanished into the air, reverting to its original form as vapor, fading off into shimmering light. The young hero brushed some of her two toned hair back from her eyes, and, looking up into the cave from where she had softly landed. She raised an eyebrow in mild surprise to find a titanic dragon sizing her up where it stood, wings spread wide as though about to take flight. Its tail flicked back and forth as it spoke, giving Aquaea a somewhat amusing thought. It looked just like a curious cat, scaled up to the size of a small mansion and given wings.

"Greetings, Marked one. I am pleased to see you arrived safely, and trust the journey was not unpleasant." Judging by its voice, the dragon was male.

"Indeed," Aquaea said coolly, giving a curt nod in imitation of the dragon's own gesture. Although it was probably just superstition, she had heard once that, when speaking with a dragon, one was always to allow them the first greeting, then to return it in kind. It might have been simple nonsense, but she decided that it would be best to follow this advice, just in case. She would rather not have been burnt to ashes the moment the eggs hatched and she was no longer useful.

"If it would please you, my name is Aquaea. Given how many Marked will be arriving today, perhaps it would be best to distinguish us all? It might become confusing if you referred to all of us as 'Marked One,' no?" She added in a somewhat jovial, albeit tentative tone, like a jester telling an amusing joke to his liege. She had done her research well, and had also found accounts of dragons being amused and impressed by backbone and wit. She had no doubts that a normal person would have taken up an attitude of humility and supplication so as not to be instantly slain once their usefulness was outlived, and she did not doubt that this great dragon had dealt with enough people in his years to know the same. Therefore, maintaining her dignity and sharp intellect whilst not coming off as offensive was crucial. If she had calculated her words correctly, then she would be set apart from normal people. And, if she had not, then it would be an instrument by which to weigh her words, therefore becoming profitable in the long run.

She smiled slightly, her expression showing that she meant no offense by her joke, thereby hopefully ensuring her from that misconception. At worst, she might come off as having poor taste, which she rather doubted a dragon would care much about in the first place.

"Hm. Seems I'm the first one here. Shall I come in?" She said nonchalantly, glancing around. She did not want to come off as too bold by simply strolling into the dragon's home, but she also did not want to seem like a sniveling supplicant, crawling her way to the dragon's doorstep. Again, a careful balance was needed. She did not yet know much about dragons, no matter how much research she had done, meaning that she would need to take things a step at a time. While this was rather irritating, it was necessary, and therefore, she would do it.

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If it would please you, my name is Aquaea. Given how many Marked will be arriving today, perhaps it would be best to distinguish us all? It might become confusing if you referred to all of us as 'Marked One,' no? The Great Dragon chuckled a bit, his eyes half closing in a lazily amused expression. He found the boldness of this two-legs entertaining.

It was always interesting to see how the children all reacted differently to their first meeting with a dragon. While some took a bold stance such as this, others were terrified and had to coaxed forward, while still others tried to ignore the fact that he was a dragon all together. The last attitude rarely proved effective; it was incredibly difficult to pretend it did not matter that your guardian was as large as a goodsized house. But they all got used to it... Eventually, anyway.

“Hm. Seems I'm the first one here. Shall I come in?” At this request, the Great Dragons tail flicked up and came back down in front of the entrance, thumping the ground. It was an instinctual gesture more than anything else, and after a moment, he brought it back to curl around his legs, probably having made his message clear.

“I... Would rather you wait until I could ac-” He started, but was interrupted by a shrill whistle from inside the cave. A smile crossed his features. Little Eight-legs was impatient.... Probably all of them were; after all, some had waited years for this day. Eight-legs was just more vocal than most of the other children; he was a Serpent, and Serpents were known for their noise almost as much as their cleverness.

Najade thrilled again, trying hard to view his guardian and the two-legs from inside the egg, which, with the shell like green glass, did allow him to see shadows and movements outside his little globe. Wiggling his legs with excitement, the baby serpent moved himself in a circle and began talking to himself in a gurgling, babyish voice. Practicing words, so he could talk to the two-legs. Words and words and more words... Some he knew the meaning of, others he did not. But he would learn. His two-legs would teach him.

Freezing for a moment at the second whistle, then closing his eyes as he focused, The Great Dragon listened to the scratching and rustling and growls that came from the eggs. They knew it was time. Eyes snapping open, he looked back at Aquaea. “You may go.” No use making the children wait any longer.

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Aquaea noted the rapid descent of the tail, and thanked her prior research she hadn't been fool enough to try to walk in before getting a response. Doubtless, she'd have been crushed flat. Fortunately, she was no fool, and had been expecting some sort of demonstrative movement - Dragons were renowned for their sometimes terrifying body-language, after all.

"Well if you'd rather not have me enter, it's not a big deal," Aquaea said, wandering over to a small rock outcropping just inside the mouth of the cave. A faint blue light emerged in front of her feet, forming a sort of step upon which she climbed up on top of the rock. Seating herself, she crossed her legs, hanging them off the edge of the rock as she smiled slightly, the water which she had assimilated fading just as quickly as it had appeared. "I mean, I'd be more worried about what you thought than what those hatchlings thought, now wouldn't I?" She calculated this comment to judge the dragon's reaction yet again. In case she had been a touch too bold before, she retained her previous nonchalance and informality while making a more humble insinuation. While it still showed that she intended to treat the dragon on a more cordial level than that of a worshipful miscreant and her god-beast, it also implied that she made no pretending she was the dragon's equal in strength. Instead, the implication was much deeper and more sophisticated than that. Her words were truly a request to test their comparative stature on an intellectual basis, rather than a physical one. Although the dragon doubtless had centuries of knowledge at his disposal, Aquaea was asking to test herself against him, to see how she sized up. In short, she was actually revealing that she was gauging how to treat him - while not actually outright saying it.

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Faquel's foot steps echoed around him as he came before the large mouth of the Great Dragon's Cave. A trail of blood droplets fell from his now wing as it dragged across the rocky ground. The color was beginning to drain from his his face and his breathing was becoming ragged. He blinked several times before his deep copper eyes became use to the lack of light around him. Limping a couple more feet, Faquel dropped himself next to a large boulder.

Nearby, a rawsain was sitting atop a rock, speaking to something within the cave. Possibly the Great Dragon? It didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was getting help before he went unconsious.

"H-hey...wh-whoever you are, please, I need h-help..." Faquel called out faintly, trying his best to keep himself awake. His left wing lay across the ground at an odd angle, all feeling gone across it's length, the arrow still piercing it.

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Aquaea was just gauging the Great Dragon's giant face for a reaction when she heard something - footsteps to be exact. She glanced up to see who it was, expecting some run-of-the-mill fool who thought he was hot stuff just because he got lucky and became Marked. To her surprise, however, she found the one thing she wasn't expecting - a young boy, apparently an Angel, with a broken wing pierced all the way through by a hunter's arrow. The young hero knew full well that she probably wouldn't get a scrap of gratitude for what she was about to do, but she could not simply leave the boy in this state. He needed her help, and she was not one to refuse his plea. No, she was just the opposite. Even if she knew it would kill her in the end, she was full aware of her calling.

She was a hero.

Leaping down from the rock outcropping, she landed softly next to the fallen boy. Her knowledge of medicine was sketchy at best - given that most of it was either acquired from being injured herself, for from Tirris' rather laissez-faire approach, which had in turn been taught to her. Still, she did know a few things, and, in fact, her own unique ability would be of great use to her in treating this boy's injury.

Quickly, she called forth some water from the air. Using her control over hydrogen bonds, she separated some of the molecules into their component parts, and then put them back together as Hydrogen Peroxide (H202). The concentration was approximately 20% - perfect for the treatment of wounds.

"Stay still," Aquaea directed. "This is going to hurt quite a bit, but if you move, you'll risk doing further damage to your wing. As of now, the arrow has pierced through some of your muscles, but hasn't damaged the bone, aside from bending it. I can sew your wing back together, but, unfortunately, I don't have any herbs on hand to reduce the pain. So be strong, and stay still. If you need to vent in some way, then bite down on this." The hero's voice was quiet, cool, and calculated, but there was an unmistakable undertone of concern, and a tone of apology. This was her true self, the face of kindness she tried to hide behind a wall of stoic indifference. As she spoke, she generated some more water, concentrating it into a small, hard crystal, and let it float over toward Faquel. She waited a moment for her command to sink in, and then set to work. She let some of her newly-created hydrogen peroxide flow down into the wound, bending it through the cracks around the edges of the arrow. This would clean the wound, and simultaneously allow her to shield his delicate muscle fibers and hollowed wing-bones from damage by the arrow as she pulled it out. Concentrating the water for his protection, she had no doubt that the chemicals she had dribbled into his wound were already beginning to sting. They would kill the pain in the long run, however, which was the best she could do. Taking hold of the arrow, she gave him a warning glance.

"Here goes. Don't move, no matter what," She commanded again. Once more, she waited a moment for her words to be understood. Then, as swiftly as she could, using her water inside the wound to speed the process along, she slid out the arrow from the wound, readying her ears for the cries of agony she expected to hear. Immediately after the projectile was removed, she threw it aside, and poured the remaining hydrogen peroxide into the wound, hoping to clean it out as swiftly as possible. Simultaneously, she used the water already inside the wound to gently force the dislocated bone back into place, and to stitch the muscles back together with thin strands of solidified water. Once her chemicals were inside the injury, she took her next step - tightening the bonds between the individual molecules of water making up the boy's blood, she greatly hasted along the coagulation process, sealing the wound first with an almost instantly generated scab, then with a bandage made from the loose cloth band she wore around her left arm. Tying this tightly over the wound, winding it under his feathers, then back over the top of his wing, she finished it off by creating a makeshift splint from hardened water. It would be a pain to maintain control over, but it was the best thing she had on hand at the moment.

She sucked in her breath, trying to make up for that she'd lost expending so much energy without preparation. Artificially inducing complex chemical reactions was difficult if you weren't in the mindset for it, and she most definitely was not at the moment. She looked up, hoping against hope that the boy had passed out from agony already - she didn't want him to have suffered through having a bone forced back into place and his muscles sewn back together after being sundered apart, not to mention having an arrow ripped out of his flesh. She had been as gentle as she could with him, but she doubted it made much of a difference in regards to the pain.

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Hearing his plea, the rawsain turned in Faquel's direction. Taking in his sorry state in moments, she leaped from her perch to his side. Having little knowledge of rawsains, it surprised Faquel when she summoned water out of thin air, focusing on it for a few seconds before returning her attention to him.

"Stay still," she ordered,"This is going to hurt quite a bit, but if you move, you'll risk doing further damage to your wing. As of now, the arrow has pierced through some of your muscles, but hasn't damaged the bone, aside from bending it. I can sew your wing back together, but, unfortunately, I don't have any herbs on hand to reduce the pain. So be strong, and stay still. If you need to vent in some way, then bite down on this."

Even in such a delicate situation, she sounded calm and completely in control and spoke in a slightly calculating manner, as if she knew what she was doing. She even had a hint of apology in her voice, as if she was blaming herself for not being able to reduce the pain. It had been weeks since such a tone of kindness and concern had been shown to him.

Bracing himself, Faquel sucking in as much air into his lungs as they would allow, using an old trick his mother had taught him, and bit down. Above him, the rawsain summoned more water, concentrating it into a crystal that floated to him. Moments later, a stinging sensation flared from the wound in Faquel's wing, causing him to dig his fingers into the earth he layed on. He never knew water could sting so much!

Again, she spoke,"Here goes. Don't move, no matter what."

Exhaling, Faquel sucked in another lung full of air. He barely had time to finish inhaling before an incredibly intense pain exploded from his wound. Without the energy to scream, only a hollow gasp left Faquel's lips, emptying his in held breath. However, it was over as soon had begun, only a dull throbing replacing the intense pain he had felt. He spotted the arrow, now removed from his wing, get tossed to the side as she focused on relocating the bone in his wing and sealing the wound. She removed a losose cloth from her left arm and used it to bandage the wound. Next, with more water, she created a makeshift splint, keeping his wing in place. A few moments later, the rawsain looked up, probably checking to see if he had gone unconsious from the operation.

Slowly, Faquel sat up, careful as to not move his wing about. With the arrow removed, the rain he had felt before was greatly reduced and he was no longer bleeding to death.

Quietly, in almost a whisper, he said,"T-Thank you so much. It f-feels much better." Gathering his courage, he added,"I-Is it ok-k-kay if I know your n-name?"

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"Oh... you're still awake. I'm sorry to see that. It must have been rather painful," Aquaea said apologetically, bluntly honest. She had done what she could, but... Even still, he had been forced to suffer through all that. She couldn't forgive whoever had shot this boy. Her goal in life was to prevent everyone she could from having to experience the same kind of pain she had been forced to undergo in her youth. Yet here she was, causing that same pain to a youth as innocent and helpless as she had been in the time of her own tortures. Even if it was done in the name of the greater good of healing the boy's wound, could she still just accept this with a clean conscience?

Yes, she had to. Many people suffered in the name of the greater good, just as she herself was forced to suffer to protect people. Expecting to be able to save everyone from all pain in the world was an entirely unreasonable goal, like trying to catch and hold the sun in one's hand, or to light the world with a single candle. No one, not even a so-called hero, could accomplish this goal. She would just have to do the best she could, which is what she had done. After all, sometimes someone had to suffer for the sake of lessening the pain in the end. This was just the way of things.

"My name is Aquaea," She answered. "As for helping you, it was nothing to thank me for. Just relax for a while and don't use that wing, and you should be fine," She said coolly, standing up and dusting off her legs. "And you are...?"

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Larissa turned as the girl with black and white hair went to aid an angel. She paused, quietly watching them. Part of her wanted to go to the boy and ask him if he knew her father, the other part of her wanted to quietly stand back and allow the other girl to continue helping him. Chewing her lip, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she weighed her options. She decided to introduce herself first, then later ask if he had ever heard other her father. Daniel Finnow. When she had left her home, the man that had cared for her gave her his name. That was all. She had her mothers last name for her whole life and didn't want to change it- after all, he probably had no idea she existed.

Exhaling deeply, she glanced inside the caves and noticed the eggs moving slightly, and making faint noises. "It's almost time, isn't it?" she whispered to them, figuring her gentle wind-chime voice would be too soft for them too hear. The siren/angel mix slowly approuched the other girl and the injured angel. As she came closer, a werewolf walked up to them and introduced himself. She looked over him warily for a moment, and stood next to the angel. Larissa rested her long metallic white braid over when shoulder and gave the others a soft smile. "Seems like you've taken quiet the hit. I'm Larissa." she paused warily for a moment before going on, "An angel/siren cross." her voice rang out soothingly, like the soft pealing of bells. closing her eyes, she crossed her fingers and hoped they wouldn't make fun of her. As a child, she didn't have many friends. She was different- strange. Very easily she could have convinced them, only with a couple notes from a song, but she thought that was cheating.

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"W-Well, I'm-" Faquel began, but stopped another figure walked towards them.

"Seems like you've taken quiet a hit. I'm Larissa." She paused,"An angel/siren cross."

The mutt's appearance was so sudden that Faquel was at a lost for words. For a few moments, he thought he was looking at another angel, with her metallic hair. But she lacked the wings and her voice sounded more like a song. Looking her up and down, Faquel couldn't help notcing how pretty she was. Reminded him of his mother.

Gulping audibly, Faquel squeaked,"I-I'm Faquel. F-Faquel Voct T-Tendrancy."

Finished introducing, Faquel rose to his feet shakily, keeping a hand on the large stone near him to steady himself. Even with Aquaea's treatment, Faquel still felt very weak, but just had enough energy to stand. The makeshift splint strapped to his wing held firmly.

"W-Well, since I'm able to w-walk, c-can we go somewhere s-slightly darker? The l-light is too much at the m-moment."

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"What, did someone open a can of Marked somewhere when I wasn't looking?" Aquaea snarked, glancing up at the wolf and the newly-arrived mutt with a cold, analytical eye. Her voice was emotionless and impassive, and she didn't seem to care much about their arrival or their words at all. Despite this, however, she still extended her hands to support Faquel as he rose.

"Well, Faquel, seems you're alive, so let's head further inside the cave, if the light is that much of a problem," The hero offered, supporting the young angel helpfully. Although she didn't make an offer to aid him in walking, it was fully implied in her manner, although her demeanor still remained completely stoic - a cold, unreadable mask.

As the hero prepared to help the angel move into the cave, she glanced down at him, giving a slightly curious look.

"So... how exactly did you get that arrow in your wing?" She asked coolly. Whatever tone of concern might have inhabited her voice was masked by her emotionless facade.

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Larissa gave the angel a comforting smile as he introduced himself. As he stood as was about to help him, but the girl with black and white hair gave him her support first. She stood close to his other side, in case he needed any more help. Larissa chewed her lip, trying to work up enough courage to ask him if he knew her father. But she was scared of what the answer might be.
When the other girl spoke, she looked over at her. Her tone was cold, and emotionless as it had been when she made the comment about opening a can of marked. Her ocean blue eyes focused on her, trying to sense even the slightest hint of emotion. She could tell she was completely uncaring, because she had helped the injured angel. When they stopped in the cave, Larissa let out a deep breath before asking very gently, "Do you live in town with other angels?". She knew nothing about angels. Heck, they could live on clouds and she would have no idea. Noticing a few sounds coming out of the eggs, she looked over at them. A couple of them where shaking a little, trying to claw their way out. "Look, I think very soon they will be hatching." she told the two, her musical voice ringing out softly in the cave.

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The Great Dragon stood to the side as the Angel with the broken wing stumbled in. Aquaea was handling it.... There was no reason for him to get involved. Besides, his large claws were useless when it came to most medical procedures. However, despite making no move to help, anger brewed in his golden eyes. Protecting the children was his job, and already one had been harmed. But then again, he could not very well search out whoever had shot the arrow. It had happened; he could do nothing about it now. The sharp anger faded, and he gave an inward sigh.

Stepping forward to greet the newest Marked, the Great Dragon lowered his head so his eye was almost on level with the Angel, speaking in a quiet, concerned tone. At least, it was quiet for him, though honestly it was rather loud. "I am sorry for your trouble, Marked One." Then, raising his head again, he eyed the group in whole with a smile. "Now, please come see the eggs. They have been waiting to meet you all."

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Larissa took a couple steps back as the great dragon approached them. She was rather small in general, not quiet even 5 feet tall, and the dragon's large size scared her a little bit. But he seemed to mean no harm, so she relaxed a little. Her clear blue eyes looked over him curiously, as a small smile found it's way to her lips. It's was a rather interesting sight, this menacing dragon lowaring it's head and speaking to an injured angel so gently.
When he said that they could see they eggs, she kneeled down to the egg that was closest to them. "Hello." she said gently, her voice taking on a soothing tone. She moved her hand towards the egg, her fingertips just barely caressing the shell. "Can they hear or see anything in there?" she asked the great dragon, with a little smile.

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Zurafina curtseyed lowly to the Great Dragon and said "Well met." She didn't bother stating her name, and instead entered the large cave confidently. Suddenly the Half-Blood turned on her and yelled. He was not very happy at what she had done, but was there anything really wrong with her actions? He had tried the same thing on her, and the only difference was that she had not failed. Not knowing how to respond to his heated anger, she just stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "Let's not dwell on past actions." She ended up saying softly, batting her eyes and pouring a little sweetness and allure into her voice. Hopefully that would calm him down.
She then returned her attention to the cave, taking in all that was around her. There were eight eggs, but not six other figures. There was a tall, black haired man near the eggs, and close by him was a pretty girl with white hair. An angel boy stood not too far away, one of his wings was wrapped and looked off. The last person present was a girl about her own age, with unique hair that was coloured both black and white. This was certainly something. She had never been around this many species at once. In fact, she had never met a dragon, werewolf, or an angel before. She inspected each person carefully, taking in what information she viewed as valuable and stored it away.

Now that she was here she was impatient, even though she knew she shouldn't be. Who knows how long the other's had waited? She suddenly wished for the last two to arrive, and then everything could get started. The dragons. She tentatively walked up to the eggs, keeping a little distance between her and the man with the black hair and the girl with the white hair. Her eyes scanned over each egg and she felt her curiosity grow. Which one would choose her? She couldn't help but let out a gentle "Hello." To all the eggs assembled, her blood pumping, knowing they could hear her, and also hearing them as they moved about.

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Upon being lead into the Great Dragon's Cave by Aquaea, Faquel's mind blurred after meeting the massive creature himself. Indeed, the encounter had caused him to retreat behind his "hero" merely out of shyness, but the blending of hellos and new faces kept his mind off the dull pain in his injured wing. Faquel was about to make his way to somewhere less crowded when the Great Dragon announced that all the marked had gathered and it was time to watch them hatch!

The moment of truth. I finally meet the reason why I have this mark on my face. I wonder which one is mine? What kind of dragon will it be? Is it a girl? A boy? Gah, I'd wish they'd just hatch! Question after question amassed in Faquel's mind as he, along with the others, watched the eggs intently.

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So, Aquaea thought. They're finally hatching. She watched as several of the young dragons burst forth from their eggs, catching their first sight of the world. Several scampered immediately over to their prospective partners and began asking them questions. While she wasn't particularly ecstatic to be a dragon rider, she was curious to see who exactly her new annoyance would be.

Idly, she noted the young Angel whose wing she had healed cowering behind her. She supported him with an arm on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring pat. Doubtless, he was still in a great fright and confusion after sustaining such an agonizing injury. He still needed her help, so until she could safely distance herself from him, she supposed she had no choice but to provide that assistance he so needed.

"Relax," She said to Faquel, as though reading his mind. "There's no need to worry pointlessly over what your Bonded Dragon will be. We'll have all our questions answered in a few moments, so there's no need to speculate."

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Inanna listened carefully, concentrated on the muffled voices. Her claws clicked over the shell quietly. The voices murmured softly then rose in crescendo as she sensed there approach into the cave. She shifted around to press her ear to the weak spot int he shell. She had found this spot many times before to hear the outside world. The little dragon tuned in, "Um.... Guess it's just one big dragon? Hi, Mr. Dragon, sir....." The boyish voice chimed. It was preceded by the rumbling voice of the greater dragon. "The last Marked have arrived. It is time for the hatching!"

The hatchling let out a small chirp of excitement. The time had come for her to meet the bonded. How long had she waited for this moment? Years, days? The time spent waiting felt endless but after so long it felt good to finally be getting her wish settled. Inanna pressed her nose to the soft part of the shell and carefully pushed hard enough to get some leverage. Her back legs pushed against the other side of the shell increasing the force. Crack! The eggshell split and she fell through with a light thump.

Inanna rested on the ground taking in the bright lights and blurry figures. She frowned and growled moving a dewy, scaly paw over her eyes. The sunlight that filtered into the cave burned but she figured it would become tolerable with time. She steadily got her feet under her body and blinked away the blur. The twelve figures startled her but she proudly raised her head and looked to the great dragon. "Hello." She mumbled, getting used to the feel of language. The hatchling turned to peer at the other hatchlings curiously, in a hurry to see her bonded but yet also trying to save face and stay elegant. Inanna, getting enough of seeing the other hatchlings get together with their bonded, stepped towards the two-legged female.

She was even more beautiful now that Inanna could match a voice to a face. The woman with confidence. It could only be her. She side-stepped the other twolegs and stopped in front of the female. Seeing her now, the two-toned hair and gorgeous blue eyes Inanna felt that the decision was right. She could see that they were almost similar. "You." Her voice scratched, lowly pitched. Inanna swallowed trying to get her voice to cooperate. She peered over at the other twolegs, scanning to make sure her gut feeling was completely correct before squaring off against the woman. "Yes, I want you. Tell me a name and what are you?" She sat back on her haunches and curled her tail around her legs, mimicking the greater dragon.

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The hero watched with slight amusement as the tiny blue form broke from its egg and waddled toward her, like a newly born puppy. The hatchling acted with an assumed dignity - its head held high and its voice pointed and direct - that made it absolutely comical. Even though it was freshly born into the world, it still tried to act just like an adult dragon, with all the posing and pride that entailed. While it might have been amusing enough seeing a baby dragon flopping back and forth like a cuddly young kitten, the fact that it tried to act with an age and a majesty it did not possess was much more absurd. Aquaea couldn't help but grin, something she didn't recall doing for quite some time.

"So... you're my Bonded..." She murmured, chuckling. She took her time to answer the hatchling's questions, testing its patience for future reference. "Well, you're interesting, at least. I am Aquaea Hayashimizu, Rawsain and manipulator of water. And what is the name of my rather demanding and honorable partner?" She looked down with a cold, analytical eye. If her research hadn't failed her, then this Dragon was probably a Scaled Horse. So, she was rider of the fastest of dragons, huh... She couldn't really complain in that department, she supposed.

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Faquel grinned along with Aquaea when the tiny blue shape broke free from it's egg, though his smile lessened somewhat when it made it's way to Aquaea, not him. After freeing itself, it walked towards her with such pride and dignity that Faquel had to blow bubbles in order to keep the chuckles amassing within him from bursting forth. He couldn't help admiring the small dragon's personality, even if it was about a few feet tall.

"You" A femenine voice, scratched and lowly pitched, escaped from the small creature, though Faquel had guessed it was a scaled horse from her sleek shape. The scaled horse peered around the room for a moment, running her eyes over the other Marked before turning her attention back to Aquaea. Yes, I want you. Tell me a name and what are you?" After her question, she sat on her haunches and curled her tail around her legs. A near perfect copy of the Great Dragon in the background.

So, Aquaea and her Bonded struck up a conversation, Faquel standing by in a distracted air as he gazed around the room. The other dragons that had hatched had already made their way to other Marked and none of the other eggs have hatched yet. Maybe his bonded was in one of the unhatched eggs, or even one of the hatchlings found that they didn't like who they spoke to and moved on to him. Faquel honestly couldn't tell.

Deep in thought, however, he had neglated to spot the green serpent dragon making a beeline directly towards him until a high pitched "Hi! You fly?" cut through his thoughts. The question was so sudden and so near that Faquel nearly landed on the poor thing as he sprung into the air. Coming down caused his teeth to rattle and jarred his injured wing. Taking in a sharp breath, the Angel glanced around until his eyes rested upon the small serpent dragon at his feet.

The high pitched voice clearly belong to the hatchling before him and announced him as male. He was actually a very interesting looking dragon, with his wedge shaped scales like green glass, creating an interesting sight with the skin underneath. He almost looked slightly transparent, the skeletal structure running through his foot long body giving off a fragile appearance to Faquel. Bright, neon green eyes, rimmed by blue scales, stared up at him, a large grin revealing the hatcling's sharp white teeth. Faquel had never seen a dragon smile before.

"U-Um...yes. I fly." Faquel said uncertainly, still recovering from the sudden appearance. Carefully, he moved his left wing to show the makeshift splint and bandage holding it in place. "But I won't be able to any time soon until this heals. An arrow pierced my muscles."

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Inanna watched the woman satisfied with herself although her wings had begun to relax at her sides where they had been folded in previously. The primary feathers brushed the stone floor but she was too busy focusing to mind it. "So... you're my Bonded..." The twoleg murmured, chuckling in some strange way. Inanna shook her head up and down vigorously but realizing the mistake adjusted it to a small nod. "Mhm!"

Excitement fluttered in her curved stomach, making her stand up and smile, tiny fangs lighted from the sunlight at the cave mouth. "We are one." The hatchling bounced, wings fluttering as if she was trying to fly but she swayed and landed on her bottom with a soft thump. Unfazed by this, she moved onto stand since she was too excited to sit anymore. However, sensing that a response should have come by now she looked up at Aquaea curiously. "So.." She used the term the twoleg had used before. The more the twolegged spoke the more she could grasp their language.

"Well, you're interesting, at least. I am Aquaea Hayashimizu, Rawsain and manipulator of water. And what is the name of my rather demanding and honorable partner?" Inanna blinked slowly trying to figure out exactly what she meant by the word 'interesting'. The small dragon looked toward the great dragon then to Najade who was beside her talking to the winged twoleg, confusion darkening her bright blue eyes before she turned to speak again ignoring the first few words. "I am Inanna. Scaled Horse, and my breath is air." She straightened her shoulders and met Aquaea's eyes confidently. Once she felt that the twoleg understood her case she continued on. "Can you show me this manepuulation." The hatchling struggled with the word manipulation but let it drop after another few attempts. The twoleg's name was easier. "Aquaea."

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"Don't rush yourself," The hero said with a slight chuckle, amused by the young dragon's attempt to pronounce complicated words right off the bat. "As for my power over water, I don't really see why not, I suppose..." Flicking her wrist, she called forth a small amount of water which hovered in a disc shape around her palm, spinning through the air in a wondrous fashion. After a few moments, it faded back into the air.

"It has many more uses than controlling a bunch of water, but, I digress. I'm not exactly one to brag about my own abilities." She trailed off, glancing down at the young dragon to gauge its - no, her. It seemed the dragon was female - reaction. Judging by the young creature's naivete and curiosity, she was expecting an astounded expression, perhaps a little bit of awe. Well, it was best to establish herself as a figure of power early on, she supposed.

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Inanna sulked lightly at Aquaea's comment "Don't rush yourself," The hatchling shrugged and turned her head to watch Najade as the twoleg continued. "As for my power over water, I don't really see why not, I suppose..." Inanna glanced up at the shimmer of liquid. The glittery liquid reflected in the dim lighting and the way it moved way so fluid. Inanna stirred, light green eyes fixed on the water but the moment disappeared as the liquid faded into thin air. The hatchling continued to stare at the same spot with her wide, now dark blue, eyes. How exactly had she had the capacity to do such a thing? Inanna knew that she had powers of her own but yet for the twoleg to have them was strange. Unusual. Then again, this world was as unusual to the her as her shell would have been to the twolegs. "That was cool!" She chirped happily. Her awe for the trick was more than her confusion over it turning her eyes back to light green.

"It has many more uses than controlling a bunch of water, but, I digress. I'm not exactly one to brag about my own abilities." Inanna rolled her eyes as they gradually eased back into blue and raised up on her back haunches to touch her nose to Aquaea's hand. "You should brag. You have skill! I wouldn't choose you if you didn't." She plopped back down onto her front paws, looking up to Aquaea with warmth. Now that she had satisfied herself with the fact that her bonded was a good choice, it was time to express the rather large need to play and get out some steam from sitting in the egg for so long. Also, to meet the other bonded.

She raised her head and proudly turned to the winged twoleg while her gaze rested on the small dragon who stood lower than her. She was a small dragon but this one was even smaller which made Inanna give a toothy grin. She slowly approached, long legs toned and slender. "Hello." She glanced to Najade to give her acknowledgment but her curiosity was in the smaller dragon. Inanna looked up at Faquel and murmured softly, almost regally "Excuse me. I hope I didn't cut in here." The hatchling folded her wings in tighter so that she could stand at her full height and her carefully puffed out her chest. "I'm Inanna. Nice to meet you." The dragon sent Aquaea a proud look, eyes glittering golden for a second before turning back to there regular blue.

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"Thanks, but bragging isn't exactly my style. I find that it's rather easy to make enemies, and that's something I don't really feel any particular desire to do, even if I am skilled," The hero said stoically, leaning back against the wall and watching the unusual dragon make her way over to another group around Faquel - it seemed he was quite the curiosity to these beasts, who had lived only so far in tiny worlds of their own where they were the only creatures with wings and powers untold.

The look in Inanna's eyes as she shot a glance at Aquaea told her full well that this was going to be trouble. The little dragon seemed to have quite the ego, and, given that it was a sentient, if childish beast, the hero couldn't exactly chain it up outside in a kennel to teach it a lesson if it started acting up. That was another thing dogs had over dragons - they were easier to control. Aquaea wasn't particularly looking forward to raising a creature with such a dispensation toward and propensity for pride. Dragons didn't get their legendary reputation for being haughty, greedy, self-centered creatures for nothing, she supposed. She just hoped that some experience with the grim, real world outside of the cave would teach Inanna to view the bigger picture rather than trying to imitate the dignity of a centuries-old, and therefore wise, elder. Such dignity was not something she had any right to pretend to, having only just been born into the world.