Message #102411

[The Host]

The sea of sand that had loomed infront of Patrick for the past weeks began to fade, but that still meant he had a long journey ahead of him. Many deamons in the area had heard of Ragnon, and once Patrick found out he was looking for a dragon the answers he recieved from deamons began much more numerous. Yes, there were still deamons who knew nothing about dragons or Ragnon, and others who knew about Ragnon but would not give any information.
It was these deamons that caused Patrick the most pain, for they were generallystrong and did not go down easily without a long fight. But these fights also allowed Patrick to grow in both mind and brawn. By the time he had gathered enough information to begin his search for Ragnon, Patrick had the build of a grown man with powerful muscles and a well toned body. His mind had also enlarged mentally to hold more information and detail, a side effect to living in Speed.
As Patrick glided across the top of the desert his wings brushed the sand ever so slightly, and as he rose the sand followed him. A deamon is disguise. Patrick flipped in mid air and reverted to human form, blasting searing flames towards his attacker and sucking the air from inside his attacker at the same time to create a vaccuum inside the predator and enlarge his fire on the outside. The deamon gave a sharp shrill cry and its body dispersed into thousands of tiny micro-organisms surrounding a larger bloodthirsty looking deamon.
"You fool! You cannot simply remove my power from em like that!" cried tha Deamon.
Patrick transformed once more, this time into a sand coloured wolf, and in seconds his fur was blended in completely with the desert sand. "Who are you?" he cried out to the deamon.
The micro-organisms gave an answer to his question. Alone there voices were unhearable, but with so many of them in such a close proximity the answer was clear. "He is Vulture."
Vulture clawed his way towards Patrick's sound and the Yits, the tiny micro-organisms, returned to the host body. Patrick struck out with a sword formed completely of sand but heated to the melting point. The sand struck Vulture and the deamon rolled to the ground, the Yits remaining motionless upon his body. The sand cooled at once, but because it had struck Vulture and bent and curved at many moments the sword was not shaped well. The Glass Sword  was shaped like a wave, and Patrick decided that it may be useful sometime on his journey for Ragnon, so he stowed it in a bag he crafted from the fur on his back. Then he advanced towards Vulture.
"What do you know about the name Ragnon?"