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[Tay Thormear]

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The wings created a slapping noise as they allowed him to sore through the air. No thoughts in his mind but to destroy. No thoughts in his mind except for anger. His frustrations had finally pushed him over the edge. Only one thought either than destroying and anger was in his mind. Why am I being so childish?

Lowering his head he stared down at the lake. He slowly came to a halt, the flapping wings keeping him in one spot. His keen eyes focused on a moving object below, a fine meal he will serve he thought to himself. Spinning upside down, the daemon dove for the man.

Looking up the man saw the ferocious daemon coming down at him. It had only taken the time for him to blink his eyes. His torso was slowly being crushed by the upper mouth and jaw. The teeth pierced his soft skin, blood poured to the ground from the daemons lips.

The daemon threw the bones of the victim into the lake; it was almost as though they were only toothpicks. Walking over to the edge of the lake, the daemon fell to his knees. Using his arms to hold himself from totally laying on the ground, he crawled over to look down at the lake.

The reflection that was staring back at him was one of disgust and horror. The blood that ran through his veins at this time was steaming hot; this body was formed by anger, frustration and stress. His towering height, and his huge build held in place by dark red-leathered skin, was a result from all of his problems. Things of many sorts confused him, filling his head with non-sense or any control. These brought forth the two horns protruding from his forehead. His claws and teeth, his killing tools were created from his anger, his foolish childish anger.

Strength left his body, his elbows buckled and he fell face first on to the ground. He slowly began to shrink, returning to his natural form. His long white hair hung over the front of his head, the tips soaked by the water. His skin slightly roughed up and two small scars on his forehead.

A few hours later, feeling more regenerated than ever, he pushed himself to his knees. Snapping up in a crouching position he straightened his legs with force jumping to his feet. He raked his hair back with his two hands, the wet tips slapping his bare back. His mind was clear now, there was no confusion, no doubt in his journey to the future.

Hummer understood now, he would never let his mind become clouded like that ever again. He loved the power he possessed in the daemon form, the strength that surged through the body he was never able to control himself though. But now it was clear to him, he was strongest as himself, his immortal self. It made sense to him now, why he never felt aged, tired, or weaker. After all of his years in the underworld, he developed the gift of immortality.

Kona’zak finally found his master, stopping his wings from flapping he glided to the ground. Dropping a pack beside Hummer, it slapped his bare leg with his wing. Hummer bent down and opened his pack; it held all of his most important belongings.

He began to quickly dress himself, tightening the gorget around his neck. He reached into his pack and pulled out his skull helmet, the gift that Thrakus had just recently given to him. He pulled it over his face and began to do a series of ritual movements. He was soon mounted on his llama. Hummer began mumbling a few words, and than he was gone leaving a puff of smoke where he last stood.