Ash shook his head, done talking for the day. Breathing in the nasty air hurt his throat too much. If he could talk, he would have explained, but he couldn't. Not now.

Jason was fiddling with something again but not ice,rather he was fiddling with sparks of flame in his hands. It left marks where it brushed his skin but he didn't care. At the moment he liked the pain,and wanted it to stab at his nerves. He kept gaping his jaws tho to see if he could catch any scent of danger but it caused him to cough harshly,once in a while spitting up the liquid glass like stuff here and there.

A day passed, and the iron tower loomed black and menacing overhead, though it was still far in the distance. The sickly yellow-grey of the sky darkened, and the hazy outline of a moon shimmered behind the clouds. There were no stars whatsoever in the sky. The artificial lights reflected off the haze, making the night nearly as bright as the day.

Ash began coughing, putting a hand against a crumbling wall to steady himself. They should probably rest for the night. A huge cement tube lay half-buried in the dirt at the bottom of the tracks, covered in graffiti.

Jason wasn't having a nice time either but he was still worried for Ash. He walked to the prince but didn't touch him as he spoke. "Come on,at least settle for the night." He said,his tone wasn't gentle or harsh,sharp or dull. It wasn't firm nor light,just....there. Not one hint of anything at all.Nothing. His eyes had gone utterly hazel. The golden flecks gone and he seemed more human now. He had shifted to his human form,horns hidden in his hair and freckles so dull in color that they where hidden now and his fangs where more like sharp canines.

Ash nodded. When the harsh explosions, or coughing, stopped he just started towards the cement shelter and muttered, "Come on." It wasn't tall enough to stand straight in and the floor was sprinkled with chips of colored glass. Not the best of campsites, but at least it wasn't iron.

Jason followed but said nothing. He gave Ash space and centered himself by the exit. He shifted slowly to his larger form,the pace so much unlike how rapid he'd had to do it before and now he seemed to show just how much pain it caused. Once shifted he spat dark blood to the ground and sat down on his hunches. He used the bulk as a guard to the door but his scars looked so much more apparent,dark and ragged against his scales. His eyes where a dark purple and his color changing scales had gone utterly black.

Ash sat down with a barely concealed groan.
The wind picked up, smelling of ozone and some other weird, chemical scent. A drop of rain hit the edge of the pipe and a tiny wisp of smoke curled into the air

Jason looked up and winced as some hit the tip of his snout and melted some scales. He carefully shook his snout and then opened his jaws letting mist from dragon ice curl from his jaws. He soon had formed a careful dome that would shield them for a while. "Heh...dragon ice,comes in best when things get hot," He said,the faint pun not really any effort. He curled up and closed his eyes tightly as his form shifted to his true dragon form. It was sleek and medium sized,a bit frail but graceful. His snout was sleek and elegant and his body seeming to have a faint grace to it that hinted his royal role in his kingdom. His wings seeming,tho bloody a bit still,fragile yet strong and his tail long and elegant. His frills a sort of crown so to speak and his eyes a rich purple that seemed to say power and grace.

A few more drops of acid rain hit the ground outside the pipe. Ash wasn't planning on sleeping, so he watched Jason. He was afraid that if he slept, he wouldn't wake.

Jason's body was curled up like a cat's but his neck was out and his head limp on it's side as his eyes didn't close from opening. They where unfocused and tired but he didn't nod off at all. He just stared forward as his breathing caused his wings to rise and fall along with his back,his spine a gentle and smooth slope with sleek spikes like rose thorns that lined it. His frills folded in and his side had dark red blood coming down from his wing wound,and his underbelly still was bleeding a bit from the scratches,rather large ones,that he'd gotten in the small fight with that other dragon. He as well wasn't in the best shape but he said nothing and still acted as well as possible,not one whimper or cry.