Rhel flew recklessly on, half-faking tiredness in the mannerisms of his wings and maneuvers. He painstakingly unregulated the wing beats. His left was beating slower than the right, making it seem as if it was injured. As for his maneuvers, he would rise slowly and glide, all in a squiggle against the wind currents driving the storm. The three shadows circled above, as if waiting for him to lose his strength and fall to the ground. He supposed they knew he was either the shapeshifter herself or someone whom had crossed her. The weakness and unapparent injuries were to convince them that he was the queen, hurt by their mere presence. He knew it was cheesy and would fall apart if they got to examine him and see that he had no item to prevent complete magic breakdown like the real queen had experienced.
No matter, he thought,
they won't get to interrogate me. The rain was starting to come down with a vengeance, and he knew he had to be getting close as silhouettes appeared just out of view sight in the shifting clouds. Suddenly he changed his stance, shooting upward above the clouds, forcing his pursuers to do the same if they wished to keep up. Before they could catch sight of him, however, he dived back into the clouds.
It took a few moments for a curious storm dreamon to draw close enough, but one drifted into his peripheral vision. He shifted his weight as if he was going to turn to the left, but instead threw himself the other direction, plunging into the poor dreamon. He took ahold of his left wing and pulled until he heard a pop. He held on to the squirming dreamon for a few seconds then let him go. He fell below the clouds and quite a bit further before popping his wing back into place. The youngling still struggled, however, and continued to glide down to the earth. In the storm, all you could see was a silhouette against the rain and differing amounts of greyscale. They weren't able to tell the difference and the shadows soon were soon spotted spiraling above him; all three were duped.
Of course they would follow it, and the dreamon would put up a fight with his elemental powers, but not for too long. The Shadow Dreamons would, of course, think that the changling had shifted once again to throw off pursuit, but would see through it because of the injured wing. They would further assume that she had over taxed herself trying to lose them in the clouds and feinted for a few moments. It was a near perfect plan, providing they all fell for it. Only time would tell, as the dreamons would torture the poor curious storm dreamon until they finally gave up, realizing it wasn't their target or anyone who knew her.
By then, Rhel would be well on his way back to the two misfits he was currently protecting. But storm dreamons were still watching from the clouds, he had only to hope that none of them saw what he had done in the veil of churning water and wind that they had created and seek revenge. What he could hope for however, is their rescuing of the hatching. He smiled at the thought. Yes, that was definitely something to hope for. Little did he know that the scales of the watching dreamon were black, rather than a natural color.
(OOC: Of course I mean Rec, not a shadow. Assuming Rec's char is still after the human and queen, if not then I guess it'd
have to be a shadow.
) [/i]