"Porro, virtutique sedulo intenta figat, genistae, aut illae nos os tuum super nos volant,
Recta est super cacumina tenebrae super lunam caelo."

A few people shifted uncomfortably as Zek joined them, chanted absolute nonsense, and Carrick followed shortly after with... dancing.

More than a few of the 20 people in white robes and sashes took a few big steps away to give the weird newcomers some space.

"Numquam transeunt dies nobis non probatur optimum,
Tenentur trepidi despumat aeno coctos nostro pacem, miserunt in carminibus nostris obstare cupido"

Juniper hung back, watching Carrick's attempt at getting the rest of the hooded figures to dance with obvious distaste on her face. She really hoped this didn't turn into some kind of hippy dance party! She'd attended more than enough of those in her lifetime.

Her attention was drawn away from the circle of people around the huge fire, toward the various things that had been set up around the perimeter. The robe table was one, as well as a second door with a bathroom sign on it of all things, and a few more tables scattered around. She glanced at one white clothed table with filled cups and a pitcher. Drinks. She'd be avoiding that table at all costs, but not for the usual cult Koolaid reasons.

A table with different kind of snacks on it- healthy-looking things with herbs and nuts from what she could tell- was also to be avoided. Never eat or drink mystery things at a party unless you poured/saw it come out of a box.

Her attention shifted toward the only figure in red robes. She was a woman with a staff and crown made out of winding branches from a tree. Long grey hair fell like a river down her back, and despite the color of her hair it was actually hard to place how old she was. Not enough wrinkles for a granny, but not youthful enough for someone in their 20's.

"Timere potuit nocere, et in tenebris et tristis neque adverse excipe noctibus,
Ghouls et manes et auferet somnum exterreri solebat lacrimans exterrita monstris currunt."

She stood from a chair with a tall decorative back and tapped her staff loudly on the cement to draw everyone's attention.

"Children of Magic! Heed me!" The chanting stopped and everyone turned to face the woman. "Before we get to the festivities tonight, we have five new initiates to bring into the family!"

The staff swept over the crowd, pointing out each member wearing only a white robe.

"Initiates, step forward!"

Two more white robe laden figures moved to the front while all of the red sashes grouped together in the crowd behind them.

A tall brunette woman and a shorter blonde man. Juniper blinked, looked around for Zek and Carrick, and then went to join the two.

Maybe this was like one of those college rites of initiation? She's heard plenty of previous hookups talk about them. Usually involved a paddle.

"Nos puellae et per artes magicas artes, cum in fuga, visus est satis videre?
We're veneficas et iuvenes libenter sumus ut doctrina nostra artis!" The woman lifted her staff in the air and everyone in a red sash behind them immediately kneeled.

Juniper shifted a bit closer to her friends and leaned in to whisper. "...Are they speaking pig Latin?"

"First initiate, step forward!" The staff pointed at the short blonde man. He stepped forward. The woman produced a small decorative knife and held it out to him. "Take this blade. Cut a finger, bleed into the fire, and we shall see if you are worthy!"

The young man nervously did so, wincing only slightly as he pricked his own finger and stepped over to squeeze a few drops into the fire. It hissed and the flames grew larger and turned deep, vibrant red in color.

"Unus ex nobis! unus ex nobis!" Cried the crowed of hooded red sash wearers.

The young man cheered and smiled as he came back and was embraced by everyone else. Someone snagged him a red sash and started tying it around his waist.

"Next initiate!" The staff pointed at the tall Brunette, next.

“That look is definitely you,” Zek snickered at Katsu as the Birdcat shimmied and kinda danced in his robe. The robe did not look good at all, not pulled over wings and a tail like that. A wicked grin stretched on Zek’s face as Humpty Dumpty bulged in all the wrong places.

He started to pick up his chanting again. “Kumquat transit dais no biscuits no homo optimus prime….” He started swaying side to side, kinda picking up what Caspar was putting down and starting to vogue. That is, until a woman with a staff started talking.

“Ohhh,” Zek breathed. “It’s a magic lessons class!” He poked at Birdcat. “Dude, this is gonna be fun! I’ve got cards and flash powder and stuff in my pockets if you wanna use any!” How unexpected! That was possibly the only thing conceivably more fun than cooking and dancing! Maybe they’d learn how to not get eaten by large tigers!

And then Juniper was hovering. “Nah, I’m fluent in Pig Latin. Pretty sure it’s Mexican,” he whispered back. Well, stage whispered actually.

Cue the fire. “Oooo!” Zek crooned with bright eyes, zeroing in on the fire. “That’s so pretty!” The flames stayed like that for only a few seconds before returning to their normal orangey-yellow colors. And then the brunette approached the fire. She too took up the blade and with steely resolve drew the knife across a finger and sprinkled her own blood into the flames.

The deep, powerful red returned to the flames and with it the same outcry of exaltation as with the man.

Well that looked fun! “Well that’s looks fun!” Zek said. But then he frowned. It also looked seriously unhygienic. It didn’t look like they were cleaning that knife at all between use. That’s the kind of thing that could wind up giving you cooties. “And it looks like it’s for any white robers! You should go next, Chris!” he said as he pushed at Birdcat. Because Zek wanted to see the pretty fire and didn’t want to touch that dirty knife.

You invite an entertainer to a dance/cook off you bet he is going to be the first one to dance. The chanting wasn’t the best thing to get him into his groove but he managed, occasionally grabbing the nearest person and pulling them into a sway or trying to encourage dancing. Clearly they were in need of dancers because he seemed to be the only one into it. Well, him and Zek.

Eventually Carrick felt like he was the only one trying to get into the ‘dance’ off portion of the evening so he decided he’d do it on a full stomach because it was a ‘cook’ off as well. He sighed and ignored the chanting walking over to the refreshment table hoping for something good maybe some pizza, ribs, a burger... it was a cook off right?

Nothing screamed for his attention except for the kool-aide also known as the ‘forbidden drink’ in the O’Conner household or what’s left of it. His mother had a strong hatred for the drink and what it did to the winged shifter. The sugary drink turned his normal energy up a until he hundred fold until he passed out from a sugar rush, the issue was he’d shift before he passed out. The shifter eyed it and debated grabbing a glass until he got distracted with fire.

”****” he muttered as he was brought back to the scene going on behind him instead of drinking the cup that was now in his hand. Leave it to Zek to have them involved with a fire at some point. ”Always a fire with you, and those are my magic tricks, they got kool-aide!” his tail flicked happily as he looked around.

After the second white robe made the fire extra red he felt himself being pushed forward. The shifter stumbled spilt his drink and then waved as a few people eyed him having spilt the drink on a few red sashed robe wearers “A volunteer!” the knife was handed to him and he looked at it with disgust.

A dirty knife, white robes and no food. This toga party was lame Carrick smirked and gave a slight bow. ”Yes! I volunteer!” he looked to the knife again and shook his head and walked over to the fire and raised both his hands.

Grinning ready to bring the wow, ”Nothing up me sleeves!” he lowered each sleeve then brandished his hands for extra flare before taking his thumb and pressing it against his sharpened canines. Blood formed in his mouth then he shook his thumb towards the fire. The flames didn’t turn red they turned blue and he snapped his wings open lifting his robe in the process not only flashing everyone but showing off his greatest gift the ability to steal the show!

Huh. So... weird chanting and fancy blood fire stuff. She'd seen stuff like this before a few times, but usually, everyone was on some kind of mushroom and naked, and there was an orgy going on in a corner. This had a little more of like, a religious flare? Maybe. She didn't know for sure.

She did know that the fire trick was neat. Was it a powder? A mutation? Some kinda science she was too dumb to understand? Who knew! She definitely wanted to try though.

"Oohme-"

Zek pushed Carrick in front and she flapped her arms indignantly, then crossed them and full-on pouted. Fiiiiine! She'd wait. Being last was fine.

Only, she wouldn't get the chance at all.

Carrick stepped forward and, being the showman he was, captured the attention of the gathered cultists. As soon as his blood hit the flames and they turned blue, a hush fell over the crowd. His bare-ass-flash of wings and tail and the sheer pride that rolled off of him at that moment stirred the gathered back into motion.

"A donatum est in nobis!"

"Illuminatus quis!"

"A mater donum nos!"

A roar of voices cropped up, each shouting different things all at the same time.

And then the crimson robed woman slammed her staff down, demanding quiet.

"CHILDREN, HUSH!"

Everyone fell silent and turned to her for a moment.

"We have been blessed with one of the chosen!" She raised her staff high, while one hand went to the velvet red sash at her waist. "Long have we dreamed of the day that we would be gifted such a meeting! Everyone knows what that means....!"

She yanked the sash off, as did every other robed member in the large, darkroom.

"EVERYONE DISROBE! LET THE ORGY COMMENCE!"

.... and in a cascade of red and white every robe in the place dropped to the floor, revealing nude bodies all around.

"It @#$%ING WAS AN ORGY!" Juniper screeched, throwing her arms in the air because she'd been right all along!

Every naked body lunged for someone else, which turned into the world's weirdest game of tag as people tried to find the usual partners in the chaos. A few someones jumped for their winged chosen one, one brave buck tried to swoop in on ole Murder Bucket head, and Juniper.... Phased herself right out of the arms of the Blonde boy who'd just been initiated into the ranks.

"ANOTHER GIFTED ONE! WE HAVE TRULY BEEN BLESSED!"

“I know they’re your tricks! That’s why I got ‘em!” Zek told Kittybird. Honestly, you try to do something nice for someone and what do you get? Rejected cookies and spat-upon magic. And Caspar wondered why Zek didn’t keep an extra change of clothes just for him. Probably throw it in the mud, the birdbrain would.

Casto eventually did what Zek wanted him to do and cut himself, but like really cleverly and with his teeth and all. Of course, Zek wasn’t so sure that was more hygienic than the knife because who knew where the dude’s teeth had--ooooo pretty fire!

Zek stared and clapped as sapphire flames shot out. And then he clamped his eyes shut with his hands and screamed, “My eyes! Too much pasty Irish manflesh! I’m blind!” He couldn’t even tell where the white robe ended and the birdcatboy began! It was unnatural!

Everyone else was also thinking the same thing because there was suddenly a roar and the crowd surged and turned frenzied. Until some lady shut them all up. With his eyes still clenched tight, Zek screwed up his face. Was that a staff banging on the floor that did that?

….he wanted that staff now. Just how to get it unseen while also blinded….

Oh, what a conveniently timed distraction!

Clothes flew everywhere and everyone was moving and thankfully many were now blocking Zek’s line of sight to Birdcat, which Zek confirmed by peeking through his fingers. Oh good, Shining Moon was eclipsed.

And then someone grabbed Zek somewhere.

“WHOAH there! Not until the third date!” he said as a golden light came up and flashed the man, albeit to a different effect than Catbird had.

In the dimly lit cavernous room, the flash of light stuck out way more than normal, attracting the attention of so many others. In that moment, it also briefly illuminated the woman with her staff. Zek locked eyes on that staff and threw a ball. It missed and vanished a naked rando, leaving behind a second bright flash. Zek said something very unflattering and illegal in 14 countries before lunging into the crowd of people, vanishing and reappearing people as fast as he could shove his balls against them. In the tunnel of flashes and flashers, Zek beelined right for Staff Lady.

”Etiam, tempus boogie!” Carrick said understanding only a few words from the whispers and yells everyone else was uttering. He heard Zek and his smile widened, okay so maybe the shifter could have used a little more sun but such was the Irish curse, fair skin.

Everything was going to plan, steal the show make a ruckus then they could get this cook off dance off underway. He was starting to get hungry and he still didn’t get to drink any of his kool-aide. That was up until he heard the staff the loud caused everyone to quite under her command and he frowned. Was he about to be shown up? Was he about to be challenged to the a dance off?!? The shifter’s tail flicked behind him as he looked to the leader. He could take her, he picked up some new moves from Raine so he probably didn’t even need to airwalk.

>>> "It @#$%ING WAS AN ORGY!"

Before he knew it everyone was getting naked and not the ‘oh hey we are about to shift into a mythical creature like you’ but the ‘oh hey let’s all have an orgy’. Carrick’s mind immediately went to the Princess who told him about orgies in Atlantis. They didn’t always mean... someone grabbed him in his ‘no-no’ zone.

”Hands to yerself if you want to keep them.” another hand grabbed at his backside, he turned and pushed them away then focused on the woman who was grabbing him in the front. ”Kinda seeing someone and we haven’t discussed this yet.” he said truthfully. Though he was pretty sure she’d be more upset she wasn’t invited. “Well you’re here now with us!” Carrick’s tail reached up and flicked the woman in the face distracting her long enough for the shifter to pull away.

This was not his scene. His face started to turn beat red at everyone who was now naked and doing stuff. Hands reached out and grabbed his wings and he suddenly felt weighed down. ”Oh fer... @@@@ off!” he shouted occasionally throwing an elbow of a fist trying to get free.

”Enlightened one says to back the @@@@ off!” Carrick felt trapped, like he was in a cage again. His pupils turned to slits and he roared.

"THE HOLY TRINITY OF ENLIGHTENED ONES! WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED!"

The group riled up even more, and the sounds of chanting and moaning kicked up another degree. Oh Jeez! This was worse than a full-blown mating frenzy of toads in the spring wetlands back home. "TIME TO GO!" Juniper yelled, barely managing to get her voice louder than all the nudists around her.

She lost her robe somewhere in the frenzy, phased it off as someone grabbed it. Her backpack swung around into the face of one nake woman reaching for her, it started vibrating loudly and was lost in the swell as well. She was too short to see above the bodies surrounding her, so... that only left up!

Still almost completely phased, she clambered up onto the people around her like they were fleshy ladders. She could see Carrick having as much fun as she was, and Zek attempting to get to the naked staff lady... for some reason.

Juniper wobbled on her moving person perch, with greedy hands trying and failing to grapple her before she started hopping from one person to another. One person got a foot to the face and moaned in delight about it, another wasn't even aware she use his back as a springboard as she floor-is-lava'd her way over toward Carrick.

The winged one who had unintentionally started the whole frenzy roared, and it did legitimately work to scare away the desperate nudists near him. Juniper landed in the nicely vacated circle as they all scampered into the dark corners like lusty, frightened hampsters.

"Right, SO, this was a bust. Everyone wanna- Hey, where's Zek going?"

He was still on a mission apparently.

Staff lady, nude as the day she was born, lifted her staff high and shouted a bunch of stuff that sounded like some kind of magical incantation and... then pushed a little button on her staff and the large gem on the top started glowing in a rainbow of colors. Was that like... a staff disco ball? Kinda.

The top started spinning, casting beads of color all over the walls, floor, and ceiling. Funky music started playing from somewhere. It really was turning into a dance party, just like... the horizontal shuffle.

Staff Lady started dancing at Zek as he neared.

Juniper got ready to grab Carrick and physically haul his nude butt out of there, when, suddenly.... it all died down.

The piles of bodies who had previously been writhing around were now laying prone. Lots of snoring was happening and wheezy heavy breathing.

Juniper paused mid grab at Carrick.

"... Huh." She pulled her phone out and checked the time. "That was... like a minute, tops. Holy @#$% that's sad."

For a bunch of people who appeared to be built like Greek Gods, their stamina was like... nonexistent. Absolute Zero. Maybe even in the Negatives?

She flapped her hands at her sides awkwardly.

"...Well now what?"

Zek was making excellent time through the crowd. After the first six or so vanishing, he’d started flinging the balls higher and further. After the tenth or twelfth, people had finally noticed the flashes and then a few creams and grunts as they started falling into other people. The crowd began to part and those who were otherwise distracted were vanished away, only to be released over other people.

Definite moodkiller. But Zek didn’t care. He only had eyes for one thing.

His eyes were glued to the staff, tracking it even as the lady lifted it and gibber-jabbered about.

And then it began to make lights. And sound.

Zek broke through the crowd and suddenly he was in a ring of frisky people, being danced at.

He sneered. “You dishonor yourself,” he spat at the woman. “You call that dancing? You’re a disgrace to yourself and that staff. Begone with you!” Zek flung a ball of light at the woman and she vanished, leaving the staff to fall

fall

fall

into Zek’s hands.

“Score!” he cried even though he knew he’d be regretting that full body dive and slide on a concrete floor in the morning. “Ouch!” he added. But that was a problem for his future self.

He had the staff.

Zek pulled himself to his feet and then stabbed his arms up in the air. There was silence all around, except for the loud, pulsing music coming from the staff. Everyone seemed to have fallen in total surrender and awe of his achievement and innate appeal.

“Now Juniper?” he said, heis back to her still. “All. Hail. The DISCO KING!” he roared and pivoted, beginning to moonwalk with his dazzling staff. “MUAHAHAHAHA!!!”

After the roar people dispersed around him. His heart rate was pumping and his more feline features started to accentuate. Tail trashing behind him like he was studying prey he turned his head to the first person who approached him. It was Juniper and his pupils refocused on her. She was asking him what was next. The growl that started to rumble in his chest died down. ”Don’t know. Does he even know?” he asked grabbing the nearest robe. His eyes shifted towards Juniper but with everyone naked around them he couldn’t make eye contact.

‘Fight?’ the unwelcomed voice asked confused at everything going on. ‘Flight?’ Carrick wanted to leave and he looked around for a way out. Juniper could walk him through walls but could they fly out of a sewer? Was Carrick a bad friend for wanting to leave Zek behind? ”Leave?” he asked his voice still having a hint of a growl behind it.

”Eejit...” he muttered as he looked to Zek moonwalking towards them with the staff he had been working towards. ”Can we go now? Not really my kind of party.” he said looking anywhere but at people.

”Worst party ever...” he said offering the robe to Juniper, ”Love, hold this fer me?” he asked as he looked back to Zek, ”Too late fer book club? One of ya make the exit and I’ll take us out?” he asked already deciding to shift welcoming the pain that was associated with it.

Letting out a painful roar he started to pull his skin to make way for the fur. At least his Gryphon form wouldn’t be distracted with all the naked people. Juniper hadn’t seen his shifted form yet so he reluctantly counted on Zek to explain what he meant.

She was trapped in a metaphorical sense between the disco king over there and someone who didn't seem terribly enthused about the shenanigans still. Juniper watched Zek and his fancy footwork, before turning and looking at Carrick. He wanted to leave?

"At this point, I wouldn't even say it was a party. Kinda like being promised professional fireworks and then being handed lame sparklers." She poked a toe into the side of one passed-out guy, who groaned and snored at the same time. She pulled a face and retracted the toe.

"Oh, sure." She accepted whatever Carrick was handing her without even questioning it. Turned out to be a robe. Why was she holding a robe?

Oh, Zek was closer now.

"Nice sta-AHHH?!"

What in God's name was happening to Carrick?!

The phaser went to step through Zek to hide behind him, but her power inexplicably shorted out and she went barreling toward in instead on accident.

"He's dying! Why's he dying!? They're killing him somehow aren't they!?"

She was a flail of limbs, and didn't do a very good job of holding onto his robe as she freaked out... as anyone who had never seen Carrick shift rightly would!

"They killed Carrick!!"

Moonwalk, moonwalk, pirouette, cha-cha slide. Vogue, step, step, step, shuffle, shimmy, pelvic thrust, Thriller. Zek flowed from one move to the next, completely at odds with the music but looking amazing nevertheless. Because he was clearly a phenomenal dancer. “...you are a disco king, young and sweet, only seventeen…” he sang to himself. That is, until Birdcat’s voice broke through his reverie.

“Your wish is my command!” Zek declared. “For I, the Regent of Rock and Roll, declare it!” He gracefully tossed a shining golden light at the door in order to make an exit. Or at least, that was the goal. Instead, he was tackled to the floor in a bundle of flying Juniper.

“Ack!” he cried as he collided with the concrete. “Ow ow ow ow!” he cried as bony bits hit harder-than-bony-bits. Turns out Future Zek wasn’t that far away! THe staff hit the ground and with a click, the lights and sound shut off.

And then there was screaming and roaring.

“Aaahhhhh!” Zek shouted along with the other cool kids. He got elbowed in the face. “ACK!” he shouted. “Stoppit, Juni!” he said, having finally identified his assailant. “Okay okay okay, you can be the Queen of R&B! You didn’t have to attack me just to get a title. Now the staff might be broken. Dead gods!”

Then he actually listened to what she was saying.

“That’s terrible! Ahhh!" He yelled at Christopher. "Hey! Furrybutt! Watch out for dying people, okay!” Beat. Zek blinked at Juniper.

“Wait, who’s Carrick?”

The shift took a little longer than usual but once he was fully garbed in fur his beak picked the last bit of skin from it’s clawed hand. Bright eyes shifted over everyone who was passed out or still at work doing the deed. It was... interesting to see but he decided it wasn’t as interesting as flying. Carrick’s head craned upwards to see a ceiling and let out a loud ‘chirp’ before looking back to both Juniper and Zek. One was way more panicked than the other.

His head bobbed up and down while he tried to laugh only echoing several smaller chirps. He was suddenly glad he was here. Juniper’s reaction to his shift was priceless. Zek as usual seemed unphased by it. As usual. Then again he’d seen both forms several times by now. So it made some sense. However everyone should appreciate this form. He was great.

Some of the cult members who weren’t passed out all looked over to the commotion they stared mouth ajar. That was the reaction he was looking for. Carrick nodded his head, ‘yep, bask in my greatness!’ before turning back to both Zek and Juniper. Carrick deep stretched and opened up his wings and flapped once kicking up some dirt and dust and the occasional robe that someone dropped during the commotion.

Carrick trudged closer to both of his friends and bumped his head into Zek, when he said his name ‘ya know damn well who Carrick is!’ before lowering his body so they could hop on. He screeched, ‘Let’s bail! I can’t fly here.’

She was actively gesturing at the giant bird with both hands. "What do you mean 'Who's carrick'? THAT was Carrick! Now look at him! They exploded him into a bird somehow!" She glanced back at the creature as it approached. Was it even a bird? Birds didn't normally look like that. Wait, no, not an it, that was still Carrick in there.

She snuffled right the heck out of the way and behind Zek more as Carrick went in for a head bump, but that was at least... Like, a good sign? Like... he wasn't gonna carry them off like an Eagle and devour them in a tree?

Zek didn't seem surprised, though. Was... Was this a normal thing? Juni had never met someone who shifted before.

"Uh...." Duuuude, she'd never seen feathers that big before! Maybe a taaad bit hesitantly, she inched forward to crawl on. He was, like, chirping at them? Birb language? Lord, she barely even knew english on a good day.

Her steps were light as she found herself a spot and just kinda awkwardly stood on him. She had most of her body phased away, so just the weight from her feet would be present. She'd rode on a horse before, once, and a mechanical bull one time... but never something or someone that could fly. The closest she got to that was the few times she'd "jumped" with Xavier or Saph.

"Carrick, have I mentioned how cool you are?" Super cool. She was balancing on him like a surf board, with her arms straight out at her sides. You know, just in case she needed to jump off or whatever.

Zek blinked at Juniper then his eyes widened. Oh yeah, that was Carrick! Gosh, now Zek felt embarrassed. What kind of friend couldn’t remember their friend’s name? But then he got headbutted by a butthead and went sprawling again.

“Oi! Cut that out, Chuck!” Zek yelped as his poor elbow crunched against concrete. He waved his musicless staff threateningly as the featherhead. “Keep that up and I’m not gonna teach you my secret dance moves!” Zek glared at the monster his friend had become. “Also, such language!”

And then Juniper decided to...stand?...on Birdcat. Zek shrugged. To each their own. Zek himself climbed on the birdcat like a normal, legs behind the wings but leaning forward between them. He personally wasn’t concerned about personal space - one of the cool things about being pals with Juniper was that space wasn’t an issue because she could just make that irrelevant. She was cool like that.

“Aiight, let’s get outta here!” Zek said as he just naturally took command. Like, Juniper was surfing a birdcat and Cristen was the catbird in question, so naturally it was up to Zek to be the one in charge. And make an exit, too, apparently. Because neither of the other two had done anything about it.

He threw a red ball way off to the side and the naked woman fell out of it. Zek ignored the startled cry and just through a golden light straight up at the ceiling. He was feeling in the mood for a direct approach. A truck sized chunk of bricks and pipes and general dirt vanished. Zek started weaving. Another ball flashed up in the hole he made and another chunk vanished, turning the hole into a tunnel. Fortunately they weren’t that far underground.

He drunkenly waved his staff. “High, hoe, Goldilocks! Away!”

Chirp. ‘You didn’t, but ya can tell me all ya want. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the passengers were.... she was standing on him. Cocking his head to the side he shrugged his shoulders causing all on him to shift as well. He never had anyone stand on him before when he flew. He was not sure how it would work but decided Juniper could use her powers, he could catch her or Zek could gold ball her if she lost her footing.

His eyes shifted eagerly to the open sky when it appeared his tail whipped forward and hit Zek on the shoulder before returning back to it’s mischievous self behind him. Chirp, quick screech! ‘Let’s go! Goodbye my worshippers! Yer god has got better **** to do then hang around with yer horny ***es!’

Carrick’s wings shot open and he flapped a few times trying to gauge the air flow before he leapt and bounded upwards letting his wings get a little more pull behind him. The trio slowly ascended to the surface his head craning on occasion to make sure Juniper didn’t fall off.

After a few seconds he decided he could speed up and out of the swearers where the air smelled better... well better for this part of town. Bypassing the ground he kept rising into the air waiting to get an idea where they exited.