It seemed his eyes were as sharp as she hoped for, seeing the can catch the engravings considerably quickly, allowing her to pull back down on the handle and rest her sword comfortably on her shoulder before shaking her head to his first question. Still, it made her wonder more about how she and the caged beast understood each other.

"It is because we can talk in such a silent tongue of ours," the cat replied back to her as the beast turned her attention back to Eden. "Though rough, you can speak it quite fluently. As if it was a natural tongue of yours."

But why? Never before did she ever show off this trait until now. It was confusing, but felt very natural… but why?

Her eyes widened as she remembered that man who smelled of bear and radiated power, and found her left hand moving over to her forehead. Right… he did that… but for a moment, she only thought he made a link with her then… not this… Was this what he meant by awakening?

However, the more she thought about it, the voice voices began to echo around her. Every caged animal here were speaking in this quiet tongue. Some complained about watcher's teasings. Others were broken to the point where they accepted their life style… some wanted out. However, it was really hard to discern one voice from another, as her mind echoed with each one, causing her to grip her forehead and fall to a knee. So many voices… so many…

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"I'm telling you, its her. The one with the suited man who got the Brothers!" spoke a man in a distant part of the park. "Their report of their collar was no joke. In fact, I think she is also related to this." The man passed a piece of parchment over to another before the other took a look. A wanted poster for an escaped slave. Details included her beat-like appearance, massive collar around neck, and large weapon. Wanted for killing her master and escaping her confinements.

"I see…. who would have thought…"

Meanwhile Alexander was wandering around the cages, trying not to think, as you do but he failing horribly at it so mouch in fact that instead of reliving his stress he only gained more of it, as you do. As he walking by he couldn't shake of IT out of his mind so he was incredibly jumpy to a degree that almost anything could set him off now so he tried not to bump into anyone because that would result in beasties getting some additional food today and that could have been either his victim or him, so it was for the better to not get into contact with him right this very momment. Besides that there wasn't realy anything interesting happening he kust looked at the animals for the few seconds and moved on but he was holding his hand cloesly to his mace.

Marthaen was non-plussed by the pair. Both seemed nervous and/or confused, a feeling he was used to himself but not so much in others. The female with the interesting ears looked like she was suddenly in pain though he hadn't seen anything happen and he found himself kneeling next to her, concern etched across his features. Normally a flighty being at best, there were times when all the extraneous noises and smells faded into the background. Usually this only happened when he was angry but the sight of this one in obvious distress was enough to bring him fully aware of the here and now. But he hadn't a clue what to do about it. Maybe the man in the metal suit could help? Marthaen couldn't see him but he could smell him and he wasn't too far away. He let the scent guide him until he finally spotted the man in the crowd, there weren't many people here in armor after all and this one's size made him much easier to find.
Though slight in human form he could make a lot of noise if the need arose and he felt that time had come. "Hey! Metal man! I think this one needs help!" He didn't wait for a response but knelt again next to the small being he now knew as Eden. "You need help," stating the obvious, "but I'm not at all sure what to do." He chewed on his lower lip as he once again tried to see what was wrong. "Is someone magicking you or something? If you can walk we can look for a healer, there's bound to be one in a place like this. And if not we could just fly to one. I can carry you, if need be."
He knew she could understand him and desperately wished she could communicate with him but things were what they were and wishing was not going to be much help to her right now. In the mean time a small crowd was beginning to gather around them and he growled low in his throat. Looking around he snapped, "If you can help, help. If you can't point me to someone who can. If you can't do either of those things back off and stay the hells out of the way!

"Now, now, good sir, please calm down," a voice came up from behind Marthaen. If he were to look around, he would have been greeted to a sight of one of the staff members, a calm smile upon the half-elf's face. "We are here to make sure all our guests here are in safe hands. Now then, let me take a look." Stepping passed him without any acceptance, the man knelt in front of her to look her over, flinching once he saw what was on the collar itself. Crap! The crest of Adraejen! he found himself thinking, Eden's eyes looking up at him from the sudden action. No matter. We can easily smooth it out and replace its old emblem, and things would be good as new… As that thought filled his head, Eden could feel the malice and threat the man began to emanate as he kept a straight face.

"Danger…" Eden found herself saying in silence, a word that could only be caught by those who could understand a beastly tongue. If not, their ears would only be met with silence. The big cat in the cage, sure enough, caught word, and began to growl, tail raised as it stared daggers at the staff member taking a stance as if ready to pounce him. The half elf had not taken any notice of this, as if too distracted with Eden herself.

"Now then, what seems to be the problem here?" he asked Marthaen. "I am not seeing any point of injury, so we can possibly rule out poisoning through the bars. Tell you what," getting up to his feet, he told him, "why not follow me to the medical tent with the woman's weapon so we can take care of her there? You can tell me what happened along the way. Once she is inside, you can leave her to us to make sure she is just fine." And back where she should be, lining up our pockets.

- Huh ? - Was Alexander's reaction to someone yelling at him, it was obvious that yell was directed at him since the person said "Metal Man" and there is only one person, in the general area that is, that could be described as such. At first he did not realy wanted to answer that call for help but then he remebered that he needs to eat and the best way to get food is to buy it and you need money for a lawfull transaction to occur, and this kind of deals are nice since there isn't a mob of people armed with gardening tools chaseing a person afterwards. So he ,reluctantly, went to place from whence the yell came from and he wasn't exactly pleaesd with what he saw
- Oh great it is that freak again, gods, I did not hit that wierd woman nor was I a cause of her laying on the ground, the fact that I am an armed and jumpy man doesn't mean that I am responsible for every instance of someone suddenly finding himself or herself on the ground in some sort of pain but to be fair people like me are the reason for such things in 8 out of 10 cases. Also what is up with the shifty way of speaking that is kind of little bit too sweet and concerned?

The last part was directed at the staff memebr who was obviouslt suspicious on account of being a half-elf, who are, by common knowledge standards, worst parts of man and elf joined in a unholy, but often times apealing to eye, union.

At first Marthaen was relieved. Someone was actually trying to help instead of just standing around gawking but almost immediately the hair on the back of his neck rose and he heard the word "danger." He looked around to see where it was coming from but didn't see anyone who looked they were trying to communicate. He did pick up on the reaction of the big cat Eden had been speaking with earlier. That one was obviously upset and the reaction of many of the other animals ranged from fear to downright hatred of this person.

By now Alexander had arrived, announcing he had nothing to do with Eden's current plight. Marthaen nodded at his words, "That's true," he told the half elf, "in fact Eden and I both like him, her more than me I think, but I don't like all that many two legged beings. He doesn't trust you at all and the rest of the animals feel the same way. I think it would be better if Alexander carried her, I carried the sword and you stayed in front of us. I don't want you where I can't see you." Marthaen was never one to be subtle and the thought that this smarmy person might be insulted never occurred to him. Even if it had he wouldn't have cared.

Having said all that he was the one pushing the other out of the way this time. Seeing the half-elfs hands on her made him very uneasy. He reached over and picked up Eden's sword. Well, he tried to anyway. Surprised he looked over at Eden. She was certainly toned and strong but this sword was HEAVY! "Ummm, on second thought maybe Alexander should carry the sword and I'll carry her." He looked down at her and the frown and suspicion flew from his features. "Is that all right with you Eden?"

"S-Shifty?" the staff member responded to the armored man's outburst. "I was merely showing concern for a guest of our park. Now then, if I were you, I would hold back on any more racist remarks unless you wish to be removed from our event." The half-elf was clearly distraught by the outlandish remark that was made against him. After all, there were other elves visiting along with numerous other races. Outside of his current objective, he would rather not see violence be brought upon them.

However, when the dragon-in-human-form made his response, he was quick to clean himself, up, as if ignoring the racist human completely. "Do not mind them. It is getting near the dinner hour, so they are just hungry. We will be sure they are properly fed and tended to by staff, and any that go out of line, our tamers can easily handle. NOw then, please follow me."

"Don't trust," Eden spoke once more in a beastly silence, pulling herself back up to her knees, head still on her hand. The noise had only gotten louder, but the words were feeling a bit more uniform. A distrust between them and their handlers. Caged animals just for show. Just like her. As Marthaen struggled to pick up her weapon, Eden's eyes locked onto the cats, speaking to it, "Want free?"

"Free? You mean out of these cramped cages?" she heard the beast respond before Eden pointed to her collar. She understood their pain: being treated like a show item. A simple animal for the entertainment for others. She was near the breaking point of accepting that hellhole before she found the spirit to rebel. "Very well. Let me free, and I shall assist you in your plight. I am willing to bet there would be others who would do the same."

In a simple nod, Eden brought her hand down, heading back to her weapon (not afraid to shove the dragon aside) before picking the weapon up again , readying herself, before letting out a beastly bellow and swinging her massive weapon into the cage bars.

- First of I am not racist for I hate EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in equal measure dear sir, yes everyone and everything in equal measure, that means you, that guy near you, him - Here he points at Marthaen- Her- he points at Eden- That thing - some animal- that other thing - some other animal- that cage, an Elf named Bob who liked animals and trees little bit TOO MUCH, my Mom, my Dad, my "Best" Friend, all OF MY EMPLOYERS and, of course, myself, so you can shove that name calling up your perfect , little , round arse
Alexander said arse part, clearly through his teeth.  Then he turned to Dragon-in-human form, though he did not knew that he was a Dragon-in-human form ,and said
- And now you there ,listen to me very carefuly for I do not intend to reapet myself, if you want to help me, YOU, need to pay me, for you see I am not a charity, I need money to buy FOOD, food which more often than not is hard as rock, tastes like piece of shite and is overpriced so UNLESS you have some coin to spare I am doing nothing did you got tha-

And then Eden stood up, took her sword and swung it at the cage, which probably suprised everyone gathered, well Alexander was mostly just annoyed

- YOU SEE SHE DOESN'T NEED ANY GOD DAMN HELP SO LEAVE ME WELL THE FUCK ALONE.

Marthaen sighed softly as things began to go south very quickly. He heard don't trust in that weird voice. He still wasn't sure where that was coming from but thought he'd figure it out eventually. He was used to this sort of thing happening but it was usually the result of something he'd done. Two-legs, he'd found, tended to be pretty touchy about a lot of things and just saying the wrong thing could set them off. The half-elf that Degant had been speaking to was a prime example. After all, if Degant was wrong about the person you could always just ignore him and if he was right there was no reason to get upset.
Asking Degant for help had proved less than helpful as the big, metal man just seemed to get angry at the suggestion. So Marthaen shrugged and said, "Well ok. But I'd owe you one. I have the feeling I'm gonna have to chomp a lot of people to get out of here otherwise and I'd really rather not. They taste awful! " Immediately after that statement Eden started hacking away at the cages. Marthaen approved of this course of action. No animal should be locked up against it's will. Marthaen himself had spent a night in what they termed jail but then got bored and left. But what he thought was ok and the person who'd claimed to want to help were obviously at odds as the two-leg started screeching and calling for help.
When Eden had pulled out her sword most of the crowd had backed away but Marthaen noticed more than a few pulling out weapons and from the edges of the crowd a number more with weapons drawn were pushing toward them. All eyes were on Eden as she started in on the cages and Marthaen gave a resigned sigh. If he was going to help his "friend" he was going to have to change. At this point in his young life he considered anyone that talked to him a friend not really knowing what the term meant yet. Though loathe to do it the young man said softly, "little me." Little meaning different things to different people but he didn't seem little to most of the people there. He stood 6 feet at the shoulder and was a full 18 feet long, his ruby scales glinting in the torch light. In the small space he'd had to wrap his tail around and from previous experience kept his neck close to the ground as it was his most vulnerable spot. For a moment a hush fell over the crowd, a few even started clapping thinking this was part of the show. Then the ruby dragon raised his snout to the sky and roared, "I AM MARTHAEN! FEAR MY RATS!" and he spewed flame a full twice his height, waving it back and forth. He meant wrath and not rats but not a lot of people took notice of this mistake. The crowd that before  had been quiet and curious now turned, screaming and running in the opposite direction. At least most of them did. It was the grim faced ones that kept heading his way that worried him. It was them that concerned him because even though he was hard to injure in this form it had happened before and he really hated being stuck with pointy things. Very uncomfortable.
He turned to Eden and said in an off-hand way, "you might want to hurry. There are a lot of very annoyed people heading this way." And with that he turned and batted the first one to head toward them with his paw. The poor man landing in a heap several yards away. Sadly it never even occurred to him to help with the cages. He didn't want to ruin Eden's fun.

The man was a flying lizard… that would breathe fire… Well, at least that explained why his breath smelled of ash like before. But did that mean she could speak with him? That man who "awakened" her "gift" told her, "Now you will be able to call upon and speak to the beasts of the earth and those with beast blood as I do," so did winged lizard count? … Well, now was not the time to seek answers to that Now her focus was upon breaking the bars enough before she could give a gap for the large, white cat to escape.

"Damn it, a dragon?!" the half-elf muttered. Things were getting too out of hand for a single man to handle, so he may as well see if he could find get some extra help, even if it is from the crowd. Using the wind to amplify and extend his voice, the half elf stated, "I AM PLACING A REWARD ON THOSE WHO CAN BRING ME THAT DRAGON'S HEART! WE WILL ALSO SHARE THE BOUNTY TO THOSE WHO HELP WITH CAPTURING THE ESCAPED SLAVE TIGER-KIN!" That, at the very least should bring in help for those who need funds…

However, it was that time when the last bit of damaged was performed, placing enough of a gap for the caged cat to leap out free, pouncing the half-elf who issued such a demand on the two. It did not take her long to leap away and head for another, this one holding a massive bear before wailing on the cage once more, feeling fine with knocking away anyone who tried to pin her down, all the while speaking with the bear in the chaotic panic around them as to why she was even doing this.