I don't own Fairy Tail. Mashima Does.
I don't own the Pradesh Clan. Desna does (and thank you for them).
I own the Storyline. That's it.
Don't ask when I'm going to upload. I don't know. when the whim hits me, or I get enough extra written.
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They saw her laughing, in the middle of a city burning, her head was falling back and she was laughing. It wasn't hysterical. It wasn't crazy, it was just pure, unadulterated and joyful laughter as she stood naked with the flames raging around her.
The first thing they noted was the aqua colored dragon across her skin, the other was red and black. Both of them glowing; the aqua colored one seeming to have wave over it, the color curling across it as if crashing against waves, the red one glowing like lava breaking through a dark surface.
What took Cristoff's breath away was the power that was curling off the blonde. It was amazing and he understood why the flames weren't getting to her, they simply couldn't. They had been traveling, trying to find the woman when wyverns descended down upon the city in a massive amount, razing the city and tearing it up. The place had been razed before they knew it and they ran to find survivors. Natsu already going by the time the wyverns swooped down and started their attack, the urge and need to fight, to burn off energy suddenly rising in small dragon slayer.
"I can't…smell anyone dead," Natsu said, watching the blonde woman laugh with wide eyes. "it's like this place was cleared out."
"This was abandoned years ago," Came a silken voice behind them and the mages turned, Vander's eyes zeroing in on the extravagantly clad man, his red and black hair pulled up.
"then what the hell happened?!" Natsu said, the flames actually had him on edge. They felt…odd to him and he didn't like it.
"A challenge," the male said impassively as he walked past them, towards the naked woman that was just standing in the middle of the destruction. His hand curled out, running over the woman's arm and fabric appeared; celestial silks in red, gold and black covering her body, "you shouldn't be showing so much skin."
Lucy took a breath in her laughter and then seemed to calm as the fabrics curled over her. She let out a low hum and smiled, "mm, I love your star dress, it's so soothing, Ankaa." Her voice was velvety, almost seductive before her eyes opened and she looked at the group of five.
A pink tongue darted out as Lucy stood there and she lowered her hands slowly, the flames seeming to go out as she spoke softly, "There, there, no more."
"Luce?" Natsu said quietly, watching her eyes which seemed to go from dancing flames to pure darkness.
The black depths of the blonde's eyes looked at the dragon slayer and her lips curled into a small smirk, "I'm not coming back." She let out a musical laugh as she stood there, taking deep breaths, "sorry…a bit overwhelmed. A powerful contract does that."
Vander could feel a dark seed in her and he looked at Bickslow, "Bix?"
The Seith activated his magic and let out a strangled sound, shaking his head, "Cosplayer…"
"oh, bixy, don't worry your magical tongue over me," Her lips curled into a grin, "you'll upset Cobra."
Cobra frowned as he watched the woman; her soul had been so light, so beautiful, calming. Now what he heard sent chills down his spine. It was like the song of a succubus. Still beautiful, still calmly, but with a darkness and lust that tainted it, a dull sound in the background that he'd come to associate with people starting down the path to becoming a Dark Mage.
Lucy tilted her head as she held out a hand, magic swelling before there was a soft and light chime and she put a hand on the neck of the white winged horse that appeared. She purred as she rubbed it's neck, "hello, Pegasus…thank you for coming.." she kissed the thick neck before climbing up and looking at the mages, "bye." She gave a small wave and then a delighted laugh as Ankaa got up behind her and patted the horse's flanks. Then in a swirl of ash and dust, they were rocketing into the sky.
"Bix?" Vander spoke softly as he looked at his brother and then the man's mate.
Cobra stood there, shaking his head, "her soul…it's fucking wrecked…"
Bickslow spoke softly, "and being overrun. Whatever is going on…whatever those tattoos are? They're fucking her up bad, bro…I…"
Natsu frowned a bit, "then we just grab her and drag her back so she can get help!"
Cristoff sighed softly, shaking his head. He could see the fire in his little mate, but to see three people so disheartened, his lips drew into a thin line. This was grim and there was no way around it, "She has to want the help, Natsu…even Kaleb can't help someone that doesn't want help." He let out a soft breath, "…and she doesn't seem to want help right now."
"are we at least going to follow her?" Natsu said in a small voice, looking at the sky.
Cristoff nodded and kissed his mate's head, feeling the anguish he was going through, seeing what was happening to his best friend, "of course, Natsu."
