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    Damon slips his shirt over his head. "Falcon?" "Yep." Damon nods, letting a new form take over his body. Now standing as a silver falcon. He lets out a sharp scree. Rising into the air, stretching his wings testily.

    Collin flies after him, whistling quietly, Damon twitters and lands ot a tree branch, watching Collin's extremely clumsy landing and rolling his eyes, snapping his beak, Collin hisses at him.

    Ima go ahead and skip.


    Damon had found Karmin and carried her up to their room, tucking her in to bed before going back down stairs and playing a little bit of games of the PS console, not sure which one they were playing on himself, only that it was a version of CODBO. he gave Collin a blanket and pillow then went back up to the room. Curlin up in the bed and pulling Larmin to him. Falling asleep in the position.


    Damon wakes up with Collin shaking his shoulder gently. He blinks the sleep out of his odd colored eyes before looking at Karmin Gently. He smiles and Kisses her forehead before slipping out of the bed and out of the room. Changing into a new set of clothes. He slips into Camille's room. Giving her a feather soft kiss to the top of her head and slipping out, closing the door. "Well, I'm not going to wake them up so early, it 5... I'll write something... Collin, cook up some breakfast." He whispers quietly. Collin nods and slips into the kitchen.

    Damon sets to writing on some paper. "Hey, girls, it didn't want to wake either of you up. So I decided it write something. So... Collin and I are setting off, we should get to Transylvania by noon tomorrow if we fly fast. We will try to be back three days from now. Don't worry about us if we're late. I'll bring back surprises for the both of you. We have plenty of food in the freezer. And the shaman is always at call. Karmin, her number will be on the back of the page if you need it. But, I love you both so much. Just remember, Im always with you guys, even when I'm not in body.
    I love you both.
    Damon
    XOXOXO" his writing was perfect cursive. He turns the paper over, writing down a number as well as drawing his mark, his signature. The curved tattoo of a dragon, fangs bared as if it were protecting something.


    Damon tapes the paper to the TV and then grabs a mug of steering blood, draining it and setting it quietly in the sink. "Have everything?" He looks at Collin. "It's all packed and ready. I have your stuff packed as well." "Good, and it's in the write magic base correct?" Collin nods. "Ok... I have an extra cloak hanging up, as well as an extra ring." Collin nods and grabs the cloak and the ring. Slipping them both on, as well as Damon. He opens the door quietly, looking back up the stairs. As if thinking about what would happen if something bad happened to him. Whispering a quiet protection charm to them under his breath he puts the cloak hood over his head and shuts the door with a quiet click. Running after Collin, not even seen being with his speed.

    And now I skip to when he comes home. Lol


    When Damon came home, there was nothing to come home to. The house was gone, just a pile of burnt rubble on the ground. There was almost nothing left

    Damon's eyes widen, wings stopping there movement. He dives, shifting and landing in a crouch. "KARMIN! CAMILLE!" He was panicking, looking back at Collin who was from in place as well. "This isnt good."

    The girls weren't anywhere to be seen, but there were no bodies to show that they were alive or dead. There only thing that was left intacted were karmin and camile's sun ring that lay in a pile of ash

    Damon was freaking out now, frozen with this look on his faze. Ten long minutes of silence passed before Collin finally came up, pulling his "brother" into a hug. Damon welcomed it, heart practically shattered. "They're gone..." He whispers, eyes wide, wet with salt water. "They're not here Collin... They're not here." His tears over flow. It dealt weird, crying. He hadn't done so in... Years. Collin lets Damon cry into his shoulder, feeling horrible he couldn't do anything to help.

    And now we skip again, lol, to a happier moment.


    Camile who was now seven walked down the street in the darkness going hunting for both her and her mother, who was terribly injured from thee fire that the hunters had set on their house. She couldn't help but wonder where he father had ended up, or even if he had made it back...

    Damon was living with the Shaman, but, at that very moment he stood in the form of a black cat. Racing away from a raged... Well, at least he thought it was a wolf. It was small. He bolts down the street. Come on slow poke! I know you can do better than that! he snickers lightly, spinning around to face the mutt. Wiggling at him and bouncing around his figure. Watching him get angrier and angrier every second.

    Damon perks his large eyes, feeling a gaze. His two different colors sparked at the sight of her. The widened. And he took several steps back. He lets out a meow, looking over at the wolf. It shrugs. Tilting his head. He followed Damon's gaze again. Eyes growing wide. is that? I think so Collin... the look at each other. Then. Damon turns to race back into an alley way. Collin steps on his tail. say something to her you retard.