He sighed softly,and pulled away from the wall,dusting off his hoodie a bit and stretching his arms up over his head.

Ash continues walking, but not too far away. He could see Jason from the distance he was at. He pretended to get food, even though he couldn't stand the taste of the food here

Jason really didn't show it,but he could feel that he was being watched. He'd delt with that in the Dragon realm a few times before so it wasn't anything new to him as he whistles softly,walking toward a fairly dark alley.

Ash saw this as his chance. He followed from a distance, glaring at the people who stared. He hated the attention.

Jason felt him following and grinned,guessing this would be a fun time to play,and so he pulled his hoodie up over his head,rolling his shoulders as his blue shirt dropped back down over himself. He slung the hoodie over a shoulder as he let his wings burst out quickly with a crackle of bones and a bit of red splatters as they ripped through his back and shirt. It didn't hurt him,having it have happened a lot before in just the same conditions,the dark of an alley.

Ash witnessed the whole thing, and he didn't seem fazed. He leaned against the wall, his arm folded across his chest. "Maybe this will be more difficult than I thought," he muttered, his silver eyes cold.

Jason didn't hear him,but he knew he was there,so he played it as a weakling. He went to the back and leaned in the dead end of the alley,his eyes now less brown and the golden flecks taking most of the brown over. His fangs where longer and his rainbow freckles where swirling with the colors of ice blue and soft lavender,something he liked to play over the color changing scales.

He stared at the creature. He began to stalk around Jason. "So, what do you call yourself?" He asked, looking him up and down again, taking in his new appearance. "When did you find out you could do that?" He asked, gesturing to Jason's being

Jason grinned,watching Ash keenly,then waved a hand in the air as he spoke. "Jason,Jason Skytracer,and when I was about 6. What's it matter to you~?" he said,his tone flirty.

"A lot, actually," he replied casually, and he stopped stalking around Jason. He stepped closer, drawing his sword with a shing. It emitted a light blue glow, and, like Ash, it made the air around it colder. "How strong would you say you are?"