Raven-Shadowed [ Soul Hunter ]

Dygon shuffled his feet, rather annoyed. He'd been pouring over this book all day now, and he hadn't gleaned a single piece of useful information. That may be due to the fact he'd read the book at least twenty times, but he needed a specific piece of information at this point in time. Sighing angrily, Dygon put the book away in his cape, which seemed to have pockets that were bottomless, and stood, stretching his aching back. He looked around, reddish-maroon eyes scanning the area very closely.
It was a rundown village. And it looked like redneck country (which, unfortunately, it was). Dirt and grime and more dirt and some sand were all that surrounded this village for miles. It was quite old-fashioned and Dygon hated it very much. He only stayed here because this place, oddly enough, had the largest library with the most amount of magical books he'd ever seen. There was one book in particular that he wanted to rent, or possibly buy, but no matter how many times he offered a large sum of money, or asked to rent it, the answer was always no.
Apparently, this book contained "special information" that wasn't to be "released to the public at any date, time, or place." This vexed Dygon to no end, and he would've turned into his falcon form right then and there, but that wouldn't be accepted in a library.
Despite his odd looks that stood out very much in this hick town, he was glossed over easily. Nobody knew his true abilities or his status, and the fact that he was a Raven Wizard. Having the power over death and life bound together was a great power, and if anybody knew, they'd fear him, and possibly try to kill him. Most people, though, just thought him to be a gothic young adult who prefered odd clothing and magic books. Dygon accepted this, though, as it kept him off the radar. It was an advantage to him, a disadvantage to everyone else.

Dygon began to walk through the middle of the town, the bottom of his long black cape swishing along the ground and sending up tiny twisters of dirt. A large group of officials rushed past him, nearly pushing him to his feet, and in rage and uncontrolled magic, had one fall dead without a single touch. The group stared for a moment, and others could be heard yelling from a distance, and he could see yet another group. The group of the one felled member stared at him in horror for a moment before rushing away, in the opposite direction.
Curious as to what exactly was going on down the street, he swept up into a light jog to get to where he wanted to go. Dygon slipped down an alleyway just to run into somebody, who seemed to be carrying something rather heavy.
Dygon made a quiet noise as he hit his stomach against the figure, then straightened himself and peered into the darkness to see the shape of a girl wearing a black cloak. "Excuse me?" He asked, curious as to why she was down this alleyway by herself.
As if on que, he heard the shouts growing louder from the officials.

Dygon frowned at her as she turned and took the book with her, which he had now seen unmistakably. How she'd gotten it out and was still alive, he'd never know, but he had to get his hands on it now. He rushed after her after shooting a deadly glance at one of the officials, and he fell down, not dead but writhing in pain and gripping at his heart. With the distraction, Dygon ran to catch up with the girl and barred her path in the narrow alleyway.
"I see you've got the book there," Dygon snapped harshly. Now that he didn't have to buy it, he could easily take it by force. "I think you'd like to hand it over now, before you end up like that poor officer over there." Dygon nodded with a jerk of his head towards the officer that was screaming uncontrollably and grasping at his chest, the other officers crowded around him and trying to hold him still.

Dygon instantly realized the illusions, and he grimaced angrily. Yes, it would throw him off. And yes, it would take him a while to pick her trail back up, but no, it wouldn't be impossible. Angrily Dygon slashed his hand through the illusion and turned into a falcon, landing on a rooftop and staring down at the rundown town, taking in every single detail.
For a falcon, he was oddly colored: instead of the chocolate-and-tawny-flecked brown, he was a black with grey flecks. He was easily noticable, along with his odd coloration of feathers and the fact that his beak and talons were also grey, and his eyes were a striking maroon. He called out angrily and began to fly down lower, searching every single pathway until he came to a dead end and sensed another bird, but no human presence. He cawed loudly before landing and looking around, confused as to where her whereabouts were. He was close, he could tell, but how close?

Dygon quickly picked out the very muffled sound of footsteps and took to the skies, looking down through the trees and other obsticles with expert eyes. He loved his falcon form; he could see many more things that he wouldn't have been able to, otherwise. Dygon cawed loudly again and swooped lower, flying almost on the ground, until he saw a pair of feet running at high speed. Tilting his wings to the right a bit, Dygon made his way over to the feet and swerved in front of the figure, morphing back into his human form, flipping the first magic book from his bottomless pocket and handing it out to her.
"Bigger isn't always better," he gestured with a nod towards the large book she wanted. "I'm assuming you're wanting powerful spells. This book? Tells how to create real gold, curse enemies, create homes from trees--quite cozy, I used to own one myself--and much more. How about we trade, little girl?" Dygon offered. He'd used a very little bit of magic to enchant the pages to make her see the spells she wanted to see, as well as all the spells he'd mentioned and a few more to add onto the side. He smirked lightly at her.

In an angered state, Dygon grabbed the bird by its talon, and pulled it beside him, holding its wings firmly in place with a bit of difficulty. When he had the bird secured in his grip, he slipped his book into his bottomless pocket and strode off towards the female.
"Now," he told the raven through gritted teeth, "When we get near her you're going to caw like a good birdie, all right? So she thinks it's just you. Otherwise I doubt you'll live to eat another worm."
Dygon continued walking, following the very faint footsteps in the soft earthy soil. Dygon was going to get that book. He needed it. And what crest did it have anyways? Dygon worked alone; he had his own crest, and that's how Raven Wizards usually worked: alone. How was it that she had a family crest, then?

Angrily, Dygon made three swift steps over to her, placing his hand on one of her wrists and gripping it tightly, "Dear, I don't like hurting little girls." Dygon gripped tighter, though it was unintentional. "So, I suggest you give me that book unless you and your pretty little bird want to die. I'm a Raven Wizard, and I really doubt that you want me to unleash my full potential on you two, as my test guinea pigs." Dygon smirked and shook her wrist, his other hand extended towards her to get the book from her. If she didn't give it up willingly, he was at the perfect advantage just to take it from her. Dygon smirked and added, "What's your grandpappy going to do with a book like that? Learn how to grow hair?"

Dygon, rather annoyed at her now, let go the same time she'd managed to wrench her wrist free. "If you want it to be like that, so be it. But just to let you know, little girl, this won't be the last time you see from me. The next time, you won't see anybody ever again." Dygon whirled his cloak around him after slipping the spellbook into his bottomless pocket and turned into his falcon form, spreading his wings and leaping into the air, shooting up like a jet towards the sky, ruffling leaves as he passed them and breaking a few twigs as he flew up and up, out of the forest.
Dygon spread out his wings once he touched the blue of the sky and began flying over the forest, in the opposite direction, down to the town he'd come from. Though they'd know who he was now, that meant he'd probably get his way out of their fear. He'd collect the rest of the spellbooks from that God-damned library and figure out a way to silence that little runt of a girl. She would learn to listen to her elders, and her enemies much stronger and well-equipt, if it was the last thing he did.
Of course Dygon didn't want to kill her. He merely wanted that book and to teach her not to mess with him. He didn't take kindly to being disobeyed and insulted. Especially if it was all in one day, all by one person. And a girl, at that.

When Dygon landed and transformed back into his humanoid form, he was completely enraged. He desemated the town, killing everybody and anyone who dared cross his path, including the innocents of the town. He stormed into the library and filled his bottomless pocket with the other twelve volumes of spellbooks, including Volume II of the book that silly girl had. It wouldn't help him much, since the first book had most of the spells in it, and these were merely instructions or spells built off of spells in the first book, that he'd need to know before he could use the spells in this book, Dark Magic, Volume II. He grimaced angrily and turned into his falcon form again, taking off.

When morning arose, he found himself perched in a tree. Apparently he'd forgotten to go back to his human form. Grumbling to himself he spread his wings and began his search for the girl again. Maybe she'd be easily bribed for the Dark Magic, Volume II.

Dygon landed in her old, seemingly abandoned cave and took out Dark Magic, Volume II. He began to scan the pages vigorously, until he found the section entitled "Individual Spells."
Smirking happily, Dygon flipped to the page (562) and began scanning it. He landed on a spell called 'Hide-And-Seek,' and began reading over its instructions carefully. As he read and reread the passage his smile began to grow. Putting the book on the cold floor he began to speak the incantation to put a nearly undetectable, irreversible tracking device on the girl. The only problem was he didn't know her name, so the tracking spell may not be exactly correct of her location, three miles off at most, in any direction.
Ignoring the setback, Dygon finished his chant and shoved the book back into his bottomless pocket and took off, his left eye completely disabled from the world around him, instead replaced by a greenish graph with a black dot (himself) that moved and showed his location, and a red dot (the girl) that moved and showed her location. It was currently not moving, and he prayed to every god he'd ever heard of that this tracking device wouldn't be more than a mile offcourse.

Dygon suddenly sprung an idea. He landed speedily and took out Dark Magic, Volume II and reread it. Apparently, he could scry objects as well as people. Grinning, he hastily removed the tracking device from the girl and onto Dark Magic, Volume I. The weird tracking device screen appeared over his left eye, showing a bright yellow dot as to where the book was located. He turned back into his falcon form and sped off to where he could find it, for where it was, the girl was also.