Darkhor stared down at Alistar taking in a deep breath and answered him, "Ye-yes……. in… the kitchen…. there's a bucket… you can use." Pausing multiple times in the sentence he then kneeled down on the floor which he began trying to fix up the floor.

He was very quiet then answered, "I… am… fine… just… too… much… stress to deal with…" The Drakkollis suddenly clutched his chest and slumped against the wall and shut his eyes tightly. He then felt as if something bad had happened, a strong sense of dread fell over him, "I must… see to my son……."

Unlike the other times he seemed more sluggish in all of his movements not seeming to be as alarmed and worried as he was earlier, getting back up to his feet and walked towards the bedroom stopping at the door.

Alistar nodded silently and made his way into the kitchen. He looks for the bucket and when he finds it he pulls it into his tiny arms and walks back through to get outside. As he does he feels waves of emotion pour off of Darkhor. 'Oh jeez, what did I do? Something isn't right. But I have to worry about that later. Right now, the boy is the most important patient. Once I take care of him, then I can help Mr. Darkhor.' Alistar thought as he pulled the bucket up from the well. He walks back and quietly places it down, grabbing the tools he needed to crush the herbs from his bag. He finishes crushing them and mixes them with the water. He stands up and walks over to  the door to the bedroom. Staring up at Darkhor he quietly speaks, averting his eyes. "I-I made it, I just need to give it to the boy. Then he should be much better."

Synthesis wasn't sure weather the boy was simply going to sleep or his condition was getting significantly worse. Perhaps she ought to go get help. As much as she loathed to admit it, Alistar was much better at healing than she was. So she stood and stumbled as quickly as she could towards the door, only to run directly into Darkhor who was coming in. The girl fell backwards and landed painfully on the ground but pushed herself to her feet as quickly as she could.

"Ah! Darkhor!" she exclaimed, "Your son cried out as if in pain and then fell asleep. I don't know if that's a bad sign or if he is getting some much needed rest. I was just coming to get a second opinion; maybe see if Alistar had any ideas."

She had wanted to ask Alistar about it first as she didn't want to worry the rather temperamental Drakkollis. However, she didn't see any other option. It was his son, after all, and there was no way she could lie or withold that kind of information. It would be a breach of trust.

Then she spotted Alistar was right behind Darkhor with a herb mixture of some sort and felt a little relieved. She might not approve of his immaturity and she might be envious of his skill but the truth was that he seemed to know what he was doing. She gave him a nod of acknowlegement and scooted to the side to let the two males past her. They would rightly want to check on the boy immediatly and make sure he was okay. She looked on anxiously. She hoped wholeheartedly that he was just sleeping.

Darkhor wasn't listening at first then walking inside past Alistar and Synthesis he spoke in his native tongue, "Egder Erumhd Raukaas…" He turned and looked to the two understandingly, "I don't know if that should be good or not but the sudden scream does not make me feel comfort. Alistar this I shall hope will make my son well."

Afterwards he turned his back to everyone and touched Raukaas gently and then suddenly howled and yelled backing off, "RAUKAAS! SAHN SUHLSAHG NULSAN!" He then tossed and pulled things onto the floor before disappearing in a puff of black mist. The room was more of a wreck than it was from earlier before.

Outside there was roaring and then people running and screaming in fear, "RAAAAAAAOOOOOOOR! OOOORRRG!" Then he had a newfound strength which he suddenly was able to lift a full cart which he threw across the street. The Drakkollis pounded his chest and grabbed two people which he threw with all of his strength.

For the first time he revealed his wings fully spreading them far and wide. Black bat like wings with patches of feathers were seen, feathers that seemed to be molting, most of which were gone. With strong thrusts, beating his heavy massive wings in no time he was in the air having have picked a random unfortunate woman off of the streets.

He only held her by one leg as he landed on one of the rooftops of a tall building. Darkhor was not in control of himself and went completely wild his strong instincts telling him to do. The Drakkollis made a long screech which was unsettling. What happened to the one man who was Darkhor?

It seemed like the good side of him had gone, disappeared from him and what was left for this moment was rage and carelessness. Even what was more that had seemed to have changed about him was the color of his eyes which had turned into a red that seethed in anger, making him appear demonic.

"Oh jeez, that can't be good. Synthie, could you just have the boy drink this while I take care of his bumbling father? Thanks!" Alistar placed the cup on the ground and quickly walks out, trying to find the Drakkollis. When he finds him he dodges the fly people coming his way and walks slowly towards him. "Heyyyyyyyy Darkie! Please don't kill me, with those arms you could probably crush me like a pea. But why don't we just calm it down. Look, do you think Raukaas would want to see you like this? As we speak he could be waking up and noticed that his father was rampaging like a madman through the town. So, why don't we channel that anger elsewhere? If not then I might have to get physical. So, sorry in advance if I hurt you at all." Alistar sighed, pulling out his battle fan and preping for a tough battle. 'If I just keep him busy he will get tired on his own and it will be easier to get him back.' Alistar thought, channeling his emotions till he had a blank face on.

Synthesis watched with wide eyes as Alistar left the room without even waiting for a reply. How rude! Fair enough; people were screaming outside… but, all the same, the girl really didn't think it was necessary to leave her to deal with Raukkaas all alone without so much as a work of thanks of guidance. She had expended a lot of energy to help the Drakkollis child, had trouble walking she was so tired and no one seemed to care. She had fallen over and no one seemed to care. She had no idea what she should do now and no one seemed to care!

She didn't know if he was taking a turn for the worse or sleeping. He could be on the verge of death for all she could tell! She had no idea how she was supposed to administer a herbal drink to an unconcious person. Did she simply tip it in their mouth and hope they swallowed automatically? Did she rub their throat? Did she give it a little at a time? She was most peeved at their lack of consideration for her and, even more importantly, for Raukaas.

For now she moved to take up the cup and tip a few drops into the mouth of the younger Drakkollis, then a little more and finally a little more until she saw his throat flex of its own accord. So she kept this up, careful not to choke him. He did cough twice regardless, which scared the life out of the girl, but he recovered and she gingerly continued. A couple times she dared to press at his neck in order to stimulate it. She didn't think the action helped or hindered her progress. It took several long minutes before the drink was gone.

When it was, she put the cup down and moved to follow the other two males outside. The street was in chaos. There was a smashed cart and everyone looked fightened out of their wits. Quite a few people also looked to be nursing injuries. One man who looked like he had a broken leg was crying and the druid rushed over. If only she weren't so tired.

"Please, sir, hold still and I'll do what I can." She said as soothinly as she could. He nodded while she straightened out his legs before him and set about focusing her enegy into it. There was a muted glow and Synthesis swayed. His leg wasn't healed but it was better than before, the pain more barable. "I hope that helped. I'll come back to you if I can, though I cannot make any promises."

With that, the girl rose unsteadily to her feet and staggered towards where she had spotted two winged beings on the rooftops. Completely unable to fly at this time because she was so tired, she hollared up at them as loudly as she could.

"Would you two GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs so that they might hear, "Do you really think this behaviour is befitting of a father, Darkhor? Or a healer, for that matter Alistar, even though Darkhor clearly drove you to this? So get a grip of yourselves and help me tend to the child. I can't do this on my own! I'm struggling to stand, what with cleaning up after your mess!"

And then the last of her strength seemed to leave her, and she had to sit down in the middle of the road to stop herself falling down. But she still managed to glare unshakingly up at the two most irresponsible men she'd ever met with complete, unflinching scorn.

Darkhor had been trapped within his instincts still holding the woman. He heard Alistar and then Synthesis's voices.

When seeing them he did not recognize them which he hissed and roared leaping at Alistar like a savage monstrous beast.

It was so sudden when he went after Alistar and black mist surrounded the Drakkollis's fists and the iron claws appeared slashing. The Drakkollis missed and instead leaped on him and snapped his jaws attempting to try to eat him.

"Hey! I didn't know I look like a great meal, but I am not ready to die!" Alistar spat, struggling to get away. "I did not live for three hundred years just to be killed by a rampaging Drakkollis. Now, why don't we calm down." Alistar put his hand gently on Darkhor's forehead. "Calming Song" Alistar pumped waves from his hand to make a calming tune. Hoping it would stop the Drakkollis.

Synthesis watched in horror as neither male took any heed of her at all. Darkhor lunged at the younger looking individual while making the most savage noises. His claws glinted in the light of the sun so that Synthesis could see them even from all the way on the ground. That is, until a black mist obscured her view. She gasped and wanted more than ever to help. Alistar looked like he was in a lot of trouble.

But even in the same instant, an even more pressing issue gripped her attention. Darkhor had been holding a woman by the ankle like a rag doll up until now. Synthesis almost hadn't noticed because the Drakkollis's large wings and loud roaring had commandeered her attention while the woman seemed so small in comparison to him. Also, her screams were downed out by the sounds of other people crying and lamenting in the street around her.

But then, as the Drakkollis dropped her in order to attack Alistar, Synthesis's eyes grew wide and her own mouth opened in a silent shriek at the realisation that this woman was going to die! The girl would have run over if she had been able to stand but she wasn't. So instead, completely without thinking, she reached forth a weak arm and commanded all the life currently dormant in the earth to rise up and catch her. It obeyed, sapping every last morsel of the girl's strength in the process. Much venetation and verdure sprang up, ripping through the neat stonework of the street and thwacking people nearby with vines and leaves it it's haste to get to the falling woman.

Synthesis was already much diminished from everything else, so the effort involved in this was too much. The girl's vision blurred and faded to black, allowing her to hear the screams and chaos for a few seconds longer before she passed out where she sat. She fell forward, her face crashing into the cobbles, and yet she was too far gone to feel a thing. She would be lucky to wake up from this without medical assisance.

So she didn't get to witness the woman's look of shock as she realised that several vines, bushes and a half formed tree had all coiled around her to prevent her fall onto roadside bellow. She wiggled to try and break free but they held her firm. Without the druid conscious to let her go, she would have to wait until someone fetched an axe to cut her down. Similarly, people would have to remove the venegation by hand or call in another caster if they wanted the assistence of magic. They would get nothing from Synthesis, who seemed halfway dead.

With Darkhor on the rampage and at his attempt to devour Alistar from instinct he suddenly felt more calm when the spell. From hearing the tune he snapped out of what he been doing and saw the chaos from all around him. Staring at the angel his eyes returned to his normal glowing blue eyes.

From there as he backed off from Alistar, "What have I done? What kind of a monster am I?" Then staring at his own hands then back to him, "It is the shadow devil blood that plagues me, as it shall plague my son but it was my fault for losing though… I still blame father for some of my behavior which I struggle against!"

The Drakkollis reached a hand out as to offer a hand then spoke again noticing that Synthesis was unconscious, "I must take what I have to fix what damage I have caused and… I have to see my son." Darkhor had hoped that Alistar would trust him still and was still willing to help even with what he had just done.

"Alistar… You remind of someone I know. An ordriey named Danihg, a friend of mine. I think it may have to do with how you behave?" He waited thought he was beginning to become impatient thinking that Synthesis may need help.