"Grim." He breathed,wings slumping slightly but then folding tightly again not sure why the cat had called him,or if it had been Grim. Fatespeaker hissed at the cat,not knowing him and not sure about him at al. "Rrr-!" Shade just flat out shivered and shook in Jason's hoodie pocket.

Grimalkin blinked at him, looking much as he always did, long gray fur blending perfectly into the moonlight and shadows.

Puck grinned. "Hey, cat," he greeted with an airy wave. "Long time no see. I guess youre the one responsible for our little Death March?"

The feline yawned. "That is the last time I use a Summoning on a dragon," he mused, raising a hind leg to scratch his ear. "I could have taken a nap instead of waiting for you to finally show up. What took you so long? Did you walk?"

"Yeah...I did walk....isn't that obvious?" He said,not realizing he could have just flown. He was used to flying only sometimes and mostly in his other forms,at the moment he couldn't shift still without...dying. "And what other dragon would there be to us a Summoning anyway?" His tail twitched fainlty.

Grimalkin turned to groom his hindquarters, ignoring Jason's question." I do not want anything from you, dragon," he said between licks. "I brought you here as a favor for someone else. You will have to take your business up with him. And, if you would, remind him that he now owes me a boon, since I wasted a perfectly good Summoning on you."

Jason looked confused,as well where the random colors jumbling and stumbling across his underwings and freckles. "Who'd you wall me for?" He asked slowly,nervousness edging into him.

"HE MEANS ME, JASON." The thunderous voice shook the ground, and the smell of burning coal drifted over the breeze. "I ASKED HIM TO CALL YOU HERE."


Something stepped out from behind a hut, a monstrous horse of blackened iron, with burning red eyes and flames smoldering through the ******s in its belly. Steam billowed from its nostrils as it swung to face Jason, huge and imposing and terrifyingly familiar. Ironhorse.

Jason jumped and his wings spread wide as his pupils slitted and his fangs bared with a lava swelling hiss. He brandished claws and swung his tail like a scorpions. Red fluttered along with white into his freckles and underwings,bright like fresh blood.

"STOP!" Ironhorse bellowed as Puck immediately pulled out his dagger. "I DID NOT COME HERE TO FIGHT, ROBIN GOODFELLOW. PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME."


"Oh, I dont think so, Rusty," Puck sneered. "I have a better idea. You stay there until we get to Oberon, who will rip you apart and bury your pieces so far apart youll never get put back together."

Ironhorse was one of Machinas lieutenants, sent to capture Jason and bring him to the Iron King. He'd escaped him twice before, once in Tir Na Nog and once in the Iron Kingdom, but Ironhorse had a bad habit of popping up when they least expected it.

"Can I boil him alive?" Jason slurred,dragon tone dark and like the dead of night with no moon or stars,something he got from his father. He couldn't shift but he sure could rip this 'Ironhorse' apart still,and this time he wouldn't fail if they fought. "Coming again and again after a dragon? That's throwing a rock at their snout and screaming 'Eat me'. Sadly,I ain't got the strength to shift and bust my body again." He was again a flirty jock,but darker. Much darker.

Grimalkin sighed and gave Ironhorse a chiding look. "I thought you were to stay hidden until I could explain things," he said with an exasperated flick of his tail. "I told you they would overreact."


Ironhorse stamped a hoof, sending an explosion of dirt into the air. "TIME IS PRESSING," he boomed, tossing his head. "WE DO NOT HAVE THE LUXURY OF WAITING MUCH LONGER. JASON, I MUST SPEAK WITH YOU. WILL YOU HEAR ME OUT?"