The world was changing around them. "Look it's all changing!" Werevim said with so much excitement. Dante looked around them and shrugged.
They lived in a world were it can change to a persons will. Kuragari and Werevim had met some time ago, when she was walking through a forest and bumped into Dante.
Werevim was a special breed, made to protect the underworld. Dante was a major mystery to her. All she knew about him was he was a fallen angel that lost his soul along time ago.
A dragon then shared his soul with Dante, which now made him half dragon. "I think some one got some ideas and decided to use them." She laughed slightly.
"Me too! Oh My God! I got new clothes!" She snapped her fingers and her clothes changed. She is now wearing red punk pants and a beige dress shirt. "Don't I look pretty?"
She asked. She didn't wait for an answer and grabbed his hand and pulled him to hurry up walking. He allowed himself to be pulled but got pulled too far and fell into the stream with a splash. He resurfaces with a wet face and begins to laugh.
"Now why did you do that?" She puts on her most innocent face and replies, "I didn't mean for that to happen." She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. Werevim then dived into the water and resurfaces beside him.
He began to float on the waters surface as the current began to move him in circles around the little pond spot in the stream. "Sure you didn't..." "Well I didn't."
She said with defiance. Werevim's face was red as a tomato. She dunked her head under water and started to swim to the bottom. He kept on floating on the surface for a little bit longer, and then he dived under to see if he can find her.
She doesn't seem to have a care in the world. She continued to swim until she saw something glittery out of the corner of her eye. She started to follow it to see what it was.
Dante saw her swimming towards something and stayed where he was, having the feeling that something bad will happen, but shrugged it off and continued to watch.
She finally caught up with what she was looking for. It was a baby water dragon. She thought it looked so beautiful but she shouldn't touch it. She felt the water move behind her and she turned around to see two more baby dragons.
Dante continued to look on as he watched all of the baby dragons gather around her. He knew that most of the time they were harmless but couldn't shake that feeling that something bad would happen again.
She couldn't help but smile. Their so cute she thought. She tried to swim away but they started to follow her. Werevim stopped and turned to face them again and the first one she met came right up to her and looked like it was sniffing her.
Then all a sudden the other two swam away so fast you would have to not blink to see them disappear. Werevim didn't really noticed as she was petting the brave baby that was in her arms.
The feeling began to get stronger the longer that she petted the dragon and he began to swim towards her slowly, his eyes turning from their usual red color. The water behind her started to get hot. She turned to find the mother of the babies starring right at her.
She could tell that the mother was furious that she was touching the baby. The baby was out of her arms and floating between her and the larger dragon.
Dante stopped and waited, his eyes turning completely white and claws began to grow from his hands. He whispered something that only he could hear and the blue orb on his gauntlet began to glow.
All she could do is stare right back and the dragon. She heard the dragon growl at the baby and the little one moved slowly away from her. She now was experiencing pain in her chest. She need to breathe, she was after all half werewolf.
Her eyes started to hurt but she was afraid to blink because she knew that the large dragon could move fast. He moved as fast as lightning and stood between her and the dragon in the blink of an eye before quickly grabbing her and beginning to swim to the surface of the water.
Werevim was starting to black out before they got to the surface. She was trying with all her might to stay awake as they finally resurfaced. Dante looked behind him as he began to swim to shore, looking to see if they were being followed. He cursed himself for being right.
She was now breathing but hard and heavy. She could sense the dragon following them. Werevim's body was trying to shut down on her, but she couldn't do that to him. She forced her legs to kick to help swim faster.
He figures that swimming would get them nowhere since the dragon lived in the water. So his black-feathered wings shot from his back as he began to rise in the air, taking a small look back down at the water. She felt him lift her out of the water.
She held on to him tighter. She felt as heavy as a boulder. She started to laugh at the thought but it hurt to do so. He landed by the waters edge and set Werevim down by a nearby tree stump and kneeled down next to her, keeping silent.
She smiled softly and opened one eye to look at him "Thank you." She lifted her hands to take her hair down. He smiled and stood up; gripping in his hand what appears to be an invisible stick until a sword begins to materialize into existence.
He begins to walk to the very edge of the water as the dragon's head begins to surface from the water. He points the sword at the dragon and says something that apparently the dragon could understand because it let out a roar.
She was finished with putting her hair down and started to watch him, apparently talking to the dragon. It sounded more like screaming but what did she know. He sighed and rolled his eyes at the dragon, making it apparent that she was being difficult to deal with but finally she surrendered and began her decent back into the water.
He turned around and began to walk away from the water as the sword dematerialized into nothingness. "So, what happened?" she asked as he came walking back in this direction. Werevim was now taking off her shoes and socks.
She began to ring out her socks and stood up to hang them on the lowest branch. He smiled and laughed a bit before speaking in an amused tone, "Women... their so stubborn." He laughed and sat down on the ground. "But, I got her to leave us alone."
Her mouth was open with shock to the earlier comment. "I resist that," She shut her mouth and looked to the ground her hair now creating a veil around her face. "But thank you." He laughed again.
"Don't you mean resent... and you welcome." He smiled. "I can also use resist!" She said now looking at him. She glared at him but couldn't keep from smiling at him. "So what did you promise her to keep her away, my first born child?" she teased.
He looked around nervously. "Maybe..." "What!" She was total shocked. "How could you do that? I would like to keep all my children thank very much!" Her face now red with anger.
He had a shocked face at her outburst but tried to keep a strait face to hide his laughter. "I'm kidding I'm kidding, I would never do that to you." She sat down and put her hand on her chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack,"
She told him; she grabbed his hand placed it where she had her hand. "See, it's beating a mile a minute." He has a kind of shocked expression at her actions but shrugged it off and smiled. "I'm sorry..."
She stuck out her legs and watched her toes as she wiggled them. He smiled and reclaimed his hand. "I am I allowed to sleep now?" she croaked, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Sure" He smiled disappeared slightly. She got up once more and went behind a tree and changed out of her wet clothes into nice and warm ones. She was now wearing a bruise mistress top and cool punk pants with bruise mistress stockings.
She then hung her clothes on the same branch that had her socks. While doing all this she was humming a lullaby. He figures he should dry off and gets up, walking into a small clearing.
He holds up his arm with the gauntlet of different colored jewels as the red one begins to glow. Then out of nowhere flames leap up around him for a second and are gone just as fast.
She now was lying down under a tree. Her hair covering her body like a silk blanket; she used her arm as pillow. She was waiting for him to get back but fell asleep before then.
Dante saw her sleeping and smiled at the sight, jumped high into the tree that she was sleeping under and watched the area around them.
Werevim's breathing started to relax as she fell into a deep sleep. Not even the dead could wake her now. His head began to bob forward as sleep tried to pry itself into his mind but he stayed awake. She started to murmur in her sleep and smiled.
She curled up into a ball; then buried her face deeper into her arm. He was getting bored and jumped from the tree, landing softly on the ground so he wouldn't wake up the sleeping woman only feet from him and began to walk down to the water.
He sat by the waters edge and watched the night sky before he fell backwards, letting sleep overpower him. Werevim woke up the next day with her stomach telling her to eat. She stretched out and got up. She ran her fingers through her hair to comb it out. She walked over to the waters edge and slashed water on her face.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him; sprawled out sleeping next to the waters edge. She walked over to him and as she did the need to laugh was growing harder to ignore.
He began to wake up when he felt the presence of someone else there and opened his eyes. He saw her looking at him and smiled "Yes... what do you want?"
She smiled and squatted next to him and looked at him with her hair acting like drapes. "Nothing, you look so innocent when you're sleeping."
She wrinkled her nose and suppressed the need to laugh. "Wow...that's a turnover to when I'm awake." He laughs and sits up smiling. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion "What… a turnover?" She tilted her head slightly.
"When I sleep I look innocent but when I'm awake I look entirely different" He said. "Oh, okay" She said. She stood up and offered her hand to help him up. He graciously takes her hand and stands up, smiling as he did so. She smiled at him and said "Do you feel up for an adventure today?" She releases his hand and takes a step back.