Just Flying

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

Oya flew over the Beartooth River, watching her reflection in the water curiously. She swooped down lower to the water and the river seemed to have turned into a giant mirror. She dragged her claws through the water, ruining the reflection with ripples.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

Lorre swooped and dove in the cool night air, watching the moon's reflection on the river below. Her thoughts were elsewhere that night, but she was quickly woken from her reverie when another shape cut across the river, leaving scar-like ripples in its wake. Frustrated. she tailed after the other dragon, wondering why it was here in the first place.

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

Oya flew swiftly, not aware that she had attracted a follower. She loved the fealing of the wind on her scales, in her nose and mouth. The fact that it was night only increased her fealing of wonder. The moon turned her scales the color of molten silver.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

Finally, after pursuing this other dragon, Lorre grew tired of the chase and accelerated until she was even with Oya. She extended one claw and pointed to the ground, hoping the other would understand what she was saying.

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

Oya saw the other dragon and was startled she hadn't realized that she had company. She saw the claw pointed at the ground and took that as an order to land. She spirled gracefully to the ground, and sat, her wings about, gold eyes glittering.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

Lorre followed silently as always, coming to a stop before the other dragon. Using the same claw as before, she scribbled in the dirt, Wat ar yoo dooing heer? Her penmanship and spelling were both atrocious, and she hoped the other dragon would excuse this.

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

Oya looked confusedly at the writing in the dirt until she sounded it out. "Oh!" she said softly. "I'm just flying around. Seeing places I haven't been. It is beautiful here and I couldn't resist." She really wanted to ask the other dragon why she hadn't spoken, but figured it would be rude to ask.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

Lorre thought for a moment, then wrote, Ware iz yoor ryderr? Dont yoo hav un? If the exploring dragon did have a rider, Lorre would be gone in an instant. She rubbed the scar on the underside of her neck at the thought of coming in contact with another human again.

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

"A Rider?" Oya laughed softly. "No, I won't be pulled down by any pestering human or elf." Her slight scorn of the two races came through in her voice. They thought they could control her, hurt her. A memory came rushing to the front of her mind, but she pushed it back huridly.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

I lyk yoo all reddee, wrote Lorre, a smirk crossing her dragoness features. Wut iz yoor naym? Myn iz Lorre.


((Having to type like this is killing me... I'm the spelling freak. =PP))

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

Oya smiled. "My name's Oya, Lorre."


OOC: I is sleepy. I may add more detail to this post later but I feel like my brain is dead. Dead brain....

[~~*Tyrant*~~]

OOC: Mind if I join in with Draik? I is bored...

[~*Chaotic Flame!*~]

OOC: I don't care.

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

OOC: Me neither.

[~~*Tyrant*~~]

Forget injuries, never
forget kindness.

Arriving on time was never an issue for the heir, and that was precisely what he aimed for. But sometimes it was best to stay as far from some things as possible. Apparently, Draik was the worst candidate to arrive at this tenure, seeing as how both creatures loathed both human and elf alike with abhorrence and rage.
Although quote distirred by the two before him, at least he had some protection to back him up: a fairly huge dragon with the name of Sentinel. Placid eyes of the beast suddenly turned cold at the sight and delicate lips curled in a toothy smile.

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OOC: Sorry it's kinda crappeh...