Startled in the middle of the night by an ear-piercing scream, Cleon sat upright among the tall grass and looked around confused. Blinking rapidly and reaching up to rub the sleep away from his eyes before he moved into a crouch so to peer over the top of the grass in the direction of the farmhouse. Following the group had become harder since they had picked up his scent near the berry bushes. The command the elvish girl seemed to have over the Lycanthropes was surprising, two had begun to fight and she had stopped them with one word. This girl was obviously important, though in the three days that followed all he was able to deduce was she was a princess.
Cleon hadn’t been able to get close after that day, staying as far back as he could, staying downwind to not be detected again. It had been extremely difficult to get hear anything once they left the forest, he was forced to practically crawl along in the tall grass. No trees to hide himself in, his dark colouring standing out against the green grass and far off flowers. Standing with a long stretch of his tall form Cleon yawned wide, exposing his sharp fangs with his arms stretched over his head. With a groan he stretched out his wings to their full extent, they would reach the capital today and there would be no chance for him to learn any more than he already had.
With a sigh he took a long look at the farmhouse and frowned, he had hoped to learn more about this intriguing girl. Pushing off the ground and soaring high into the sky, all his stress fading away as the cool air rushed passed his ears. With only a few flaps of his large wings, he was so high up that it would be impossible for anyone to see him against the dark sky. Closing his eyes for a moment as he turned his body back toward Myria, he could report much to Queen Fay, other then the child was a Princess. What had taken four days of travel by foot would be cut in half by flying, he would return home a day after they reached Ionna. Hopefully, the Queen was in a good mood or his lack of information would be seen as the failure it was. Those damn Lycanthropes were so cautious, they had made sure they spoke of nothing important, especially after they had caught his scent.
Fair folk were not likely to inhabit Ionna land, there was a peace between the two races, but there was still much dislike for one another. Both peoples were a proud lot, the Elves lowered themselves to co-inhabit their land with all kinds of species, the fair folk would never let themselves stoop so low in that regard. All who lived in Myria were of the Fae, no Lycanthropes or the like. A snarl of disgust crossed his face as he pictured the city of Ionna, he had accompanied the Queen on occasion. The streets were filled with Lycanthropes, Elves, he had even seen a Centaur selling his wares in the market. Suddenly soaring upward, he climbed higher and higher until the air was so thin it was hard to breathe, his thoughts becoming clouded and hazy. He closed his eyes and tipped backwards, letting his body fall, ears twitching as the wind whistled by. Flipping in midair and spreading his wings out, his body lurching in the air as his decent was stalled out, it was going to be lovely flying home, his legs ached from the constant ground travel.
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