The Wild Dragons of the Bezcitný Cliffs

[Clirkus]

OOC
Dragons. Ancient creatures of might and terror. Vain and arrogant, they come to make their nests in the crags of the Bezcitný Cliffs each year. The world is still young, yet their race is already old, reaching back generation after generation into the past.

These are not the creatures that some perceive today. These are not dragons which are easily befriended or possess great magical powers. No, these are the wild and savage beasts who have burned themselves into history and legend with the heat of their fire and the wind of their wings, caring not for the affairs of smaller, simpler creatures.

They are the offspring of Bezcitný; they have hatched, grown, left, returned to, and died on the harsh crags that overlook endless span of the western sea. But the world is changing, and growing smaller as more races are encountered. Strangers have sailed across the sea, bringing sharpened steel and weapons. Strangers who would not bend to the power of the dragons, but rather rebel against them; hunt down and kill them.

The world is changing, yet the cliffs and crags remain their haven. Stretching many, many miles along the coast and backed by high mountains shrouded in mist. Those who have tried to cross that barrier were never heard or seen of again.

The world is changing, and many hatchlings have been lost. But those few who survived the nesting season are strong, and the fire of their ancestors burns brightly in their hearts. Though they are young and learning, they know one thing:

The strangers are the enemy. And their offenses mean war.

>All major characters will start out as hatchling, fledgling, or adolescent dragons. Older dragons may come in later as secondary characters, but the idea is that the young dragons grow up together.
>As stated above, these dragons are not docile. They are very wild and vicious. "Nice" dragons will be seen as weak and treated with little or no respect.
>Dragons in this RP cannot directly use magic. Although there is a certain aura of mytique surrounding them as with all mythical creatures, they cannot cast spells or change form or the like.
>As they age, young dragons are likely to pair-off. Though they may not always live in the same place, dragons mate for life.
>There are many different kinds of dragons who vary in physical appearance. There may even be some dragons who do not have wings. Feel free to be creative in this area.
>Medium- to high-casual posts are encouraged.
>As the GM I, Clirkus, reserve the right to change or add to the guidelines as I see necessesay.
>On the above note, I also reserve the right to control where the story goes, but I would prefer it if I did not have to constantly. If you are a free-thinker and have a good idea, share it or put it right in if you can make it convincing and presentable.
>Have fun (this last one is required).

The Bezcitný Cliffs

The mountain range itself extends many, many leagues along the western coast of the Great Sea. At their highest point, the peaks pierce the clouds. Lower on the mainland side, the crags and rifts are shrouded in mist. In between there are rivers, lakes, and valleys; all hidden away in places that only dragons know how to find.

Name: Vyvoleny

Age: 7 years (fledgling)

Gender: Male

Thickly built and healthy, his scales are a polished golden-brown with hints of green on his back, red in his wings, and yellow beneath his belly. He expects to grow a full crown or horns when he is mature, and vigilantly keeps his spines and claws sharp. Well proportioned and evenly muscled, he was one of the most promising hatchlings of his year. He tends to carry himself with an air of authority, even when he has none.

Disposition: Vyvoleny, or Vyv, had always been the brutish sort. Even as a hatchling he would let all those smaller, and a few who were bigger, know just who was in charge. His arrogance, however, has not outgrown his wit. He is crafty and intelligent and he knows it. Strong-voiced and skilled in getting his way. His temper is quick, but short-lived, and he is wise enough to know not to hold a grudge for very long.

History: Vyvoleny hatched in a nest beneath the ground, a cave carved out of the mountainside generations ago by the claws and fire of his anscestors. He grew up very independantly once he was taught how to hunt smaller game such as rats and birds, stubbornly refusing assistence unless he reached an occasion where he began to starve. As he grew, such occasions became rarer and rarer until his no longer returned to the nest at all. Since, he has spent the past years scaling the most difficult peaks and venturing into the fog-encompassed mountains. Often he would climb to a high point overlooking the sea and sit upon it for days until hunger or other needs drove him down.
He grew into an adept hunter and climber, and has only recently begun to fly short distances. Until now his wings had always been a nuisance to him, getting in the way and ruining his balance. Now he knew how to use them, and his daily exploits led him father and farther from his nest. Up and down the coast or into the valleys and small forests scattered about. Never once caring what became of his nestmates or fellow young ones. Only ever looking ahead to what lay in store for him.

Name: Vael (Pronounced; Veil, like on a wedding dress.)
Age: 8 years (Fledgling)
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Vael is strong, lean, and black as night. He is of an average size save for his long for his size tail and the horns he recently grew. His eyes are a piercing yellow and are probably the only way to see him when he is in complete darkness.

Disposition: For the most part he stays away from the other fledglings and hatchlings, and especially the adolescents. The mature adults do not bother him as much but he still acts with caution whenever near them. He is not a cowardly dragon, simply one who intends to survive. Thats all it's about for him, living. He doesn't run from the others nor does he seek them out. He is fine with company but is ever cautious of those around him.

History: Vael has not lived an easy life as one of the few black scaled dragons in the cliffs. He and his nest brother had the poor fortune of hatching while their father was injured meaning that there wasn't any food to be had as their mother had to take care of the eggs and could not go hunt. This food shortage meant there was only room for one hatchling in the nest and so Vael killed his nest brother, who never even recieved a name. Vael has carried this with him his entire life but hardly ever thinks on it for more than a few moments. He learned quickly how to hunt and how to pick and choose his quarrels.

Name: Voro
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Disposition: He has a bad temper is quick to anger. He's more powerful than the average dragon (of his age) and loves to prove it whenever possible. He's not very bright, but he knows how to fight. His kind of breed have a naturally powerful jaw, strong enough to crush rocks. He enjoys company, but really only if they respect or fear him.
History: He has a older sister and brother, who are already on their own. Voro has had a bad temper since he hatched and his wings developed more slowly, but his strength grew exponentially. His parents taught him how to fight as soon as he could walk, and they became quite proud of his strength. His bad temper and strength turned him into a violent dragon. He has only ever listened to dragons who have proved their strength.

Name: Skylla
Age: 9 years (fledgling)
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Disposition: Skylla is a ferocious and wild dragon, her innocent pride at hatching turned to a defensive pride after dragons sneering at her size. She is queenly in disposition yet no more snobbish than any other dragon. She knows she is desirable as a female and although she is not flirtatious she enjoys male attention. She has no time for fools and despises stupidity of any kind. She is quick to anger when the cause is justified and does not flinch from bloody battle. She has a very great confidence in herself and although this is not to an unreasonable extent she hates to appear weak to anything. No matter how wild or uncontrollable she is, she also enjoyed friendship, although it was a hard thing to become her friend, and she values her family highly. She often returns to her mother's nest and likes spending time with her siblings, learning the ways of motherhood.

History: Skylla was wild from the first, escaping from her nest as soon as she could fly and flying far sooner than normal. Her parents taught her very little before she couldn't bare the captivity and inactivity of hatchling life. She struck out to sea at first and her worried parents followed, failing to coax her back but managing to find her a jutting rock close to shore. They swiftly carved and melted the rock away until a small cave was formed and placed her there to weather the raging storms.

They pair had to return to care for their other brood and so were forced to leave their daughter for many days and nights at a time which worried them terribly, female dragons being rare and precious in dragon society. She learnt to fish almost on her own and soon the mouth of her cave was littered with scales and bones. Even so she barely managed to feed herself and her growth suffered in the most important months of development, stunting her for life. This gave her very little concern, being confident in herself and proud in any case.

When her parents returned to her they taught her more skills the one she most excelled at was flight. It seemed her body was perfectly proportioned to be airborne and in her mind she could easily grasp the complexities of flight, managing head-spinning acrobatics in the air after a few tries. In the storms of the sea she would play in the roaring, vicious winds, twisting in the turbulence and sometimes diving into the sea to soar back into the sky.

Once she was strong enough she returned to the mainland, finding her rock lonesome and not being one to remain in one place. She found hunting upon land both a joy and a trial. It was an exhilarating thing to swoop down upon a mountain buck and kill it without crashing into the rocks however once dead her smaller body found it hard to carry off the kill. Without it in her claws she could defend it against other dragons very well, being more agile and faster than most. But with it she was weighed down and she has lost many kills to marauding fledglings.

Even so she is respected amongst her acquaintances and carries herself like a queen, being a graceful and desirable female.

Name: Umbraterros (Shadow Earth).
Age: 11. (Adolescent..? If this is allowed.)
Gender: Mail.
Appearance:
(When he grows up, at least.)
Umbraterros is built for camoflage and smaller-scale stalking and fighting. His body is almost out-of-proportionly long, and resembles a giant fallen tree. A range of light greens and wooden browns, his skin is covered in moss, lichen and some grass. His face is long, ears large, teeth ratty and body slight, giving him an almost rodent-like appearance. His limbs are strong, powerfully clawed and long-fingered, but his wings will never be capable of more than basic flight.
Disposition: Umbraterros is sneaky and sly. If he had a motto, it would be "Set your enemies expectations real low... Then... When you tear their face off... Bask in the terror." His physical skill is profound, but he uses stealth and sheer sneakiness to overpower enemies. He makes sure to make allies of any dragon with stalker skills like his own, to prevent someone giving him a taste of his own medicine.
History: Due to his inability to fly for years after the other fledglings had begun hovering about, and his cheating ways of battle, Umbraterros was largely disliked by the other adolescents. He has begun to associate himself with other dragons more recently to prove his worth to the cliff colony.

Name: Syth

Age: 5 (flegling)

Apperince:

Disposition: she is kind and willing to help others of her race call her albino and she will try to rip you throght out of your neck. She is not one to go looking for fights but will not back down from a challenge and if her oppenet backs down from a fight she will blank them until they challenge her. Anyone who backs down from a fight is conidered weak in her eyes. It is not easy to become friends with her altough she does value friendship she is very distant always thinking.

History: she was brought up in a pitch black cave and was fed until she was two months old. She had to pass a test so the adults would deem her worthy of being a Dragon. She had to survive 1 month without food or water near the end of her test her parents had to fight a dragon slayer to protect the nest, her mother died in the process. In the end she went without food or water for 1 month and 2 and a half weeks she did this by eating the soil in the cave. The soil was filled with nutrients from the ground bones. She stayed in the cave for a further 3 years until her father attacked her trying to get her to leave, Syth didn't even flinch and killed her farther with one clean bite to the neck riping his throt out her red eyes gleaming. She then ate the remains of her farther.

Name: N'zakar

Age: 6

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Disposition: N'zakar is a proud dragon that fears very little but includes himself in the affairs of little more. Short tempered and irritable he tends to keep himself to himself and despises all who interrupt his daily hunt for food. A horder of gold and other treasures, he attacks any and all adventurers who happen to stumble across his collection. Despite his tendency to keep himself at a distance from others, he loves nothing better than to find a fellow dragon to adventure with and search for more gold. He has been known however, to break off and ,eventually, attempt to murder his fellow adventurer in an attempt to make off with any gold they find. He wastes no time in silencing enemies, drawing on his sly instincts to stalk his victim for several weeks before moving in for the kill when they least expect it.

History: From a hatchling, N'zakar despised his parents and all they tried to teach him. He had felt no need to learn the primitive ways of suyrvival his brothers and sisters were forced to learn and so, from the moment he'd learnt to fly, he abondoned his family and brought himself up in a cavern he found hidden deep within the mountains. Thus making himself more vicious than most wild dragons, but also leaving him with a higher grade of self-discipline which helped greatly when he was trying to hold back his short temperament.

Name: Lakajici

Age: 7

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Disposition: Lakajici, or Laka, has a somewhat reserved temperment. Quiet, but nonetheless dangerous for it. She is clever and enjoys gathering knowledge without spreading it around, and has begun to collaborate her thoughts into something close to wisdom. She is often reclusive without trying to be, simply forgetting there are other things to do than sit alone and just think. However, when provoked her retaliation can be terrible, either by word or deed, for her tongue and wit are as sharp as her teeth and claws. Her vanity is possibly her one weakness, and she does all she can to appear to be calm and controlled and hold herself proudly, even if she is the very opposite of calm, controlled, and proud.

History: Lakajici is the sister of Vyvoleny, and they were laid and hatched in the same nest. Due to her brother's early agressive bahaviour she has developed a tendancy to submit to him whenever he chooses to pester. The two have fought many times, and she has lost all battles with him, but walked away with her head held high, not to lose her dignity. Despite Vyvoleny's treament of her, she holds no resentment toward him.
As soon as her brother went off on his own, Lakajici became the bossy one in hey family's underground cavern, aggressive over food and space and as a result the youngest and smallest nestling perished, a fact she neither regrets nor acknowledges.
Once she felt large enough, she began to venture outside for periods of time, but always felt very attatched to her home and always returned there to sleep. She accepted instruction well, and soon learned the finer points of hunting and, eventually, flying. She took to the air well, but sometimes it seemed she took to the water better, and spent many long hours chasing schools of fish through the depths.
Now, as an acomplished flyer and fisher, and proving that she can care for herself, her parents now let her alone to do as she will, neither helping her nor hindering her any longer. She still sleeps in the home cave but must feed herself, and when she is not hunting or swimming she sits alone somewhere, turns her gaze to the sky, and lets her mind ponder over whatever crosses it.

Name: Ofnir

Age: 8 (Fledgling)

Gender: Male

Disposition: A somewhat aggressive hunter, Ofnir excels at flight. He tends to be a bit of a trickster in his dealings with other dragons, enjoying pranks and other various mischiefs. He is flirtatious, but not quite predatorial, when it comes to female dragons. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, and will do whatever it takes to help them, should they need it.
As previously mentioned, Ofnir is a very good flier; certainly the most talented of his hatching, and probably one of the more talented fledglings around. He tends to be a bit of a show off, and basks in the attention his flying earns him. He’s not physically very strong, but he makes up for this with his agility and speed.
He is fairly pleasant to most other dragons, avoiding real confrontations with them when possible, though his perchance for mischief sometimes causes them, and he is willing to do what he must to defend himself if another dragon tries to badmouth his reputation. He is ruthless, however, in his dealings with lesser creatures, such as the strangers. He has no patience for them or their assault on the dragons.

History: Ofnir was one of the first hatchlings out of the egg in his clutch, and this trend has continued; he was the first to take wing, the first to have any kind of flame in his breath, etc, et all. He has always been a quick learner, clever and good at adapting to situations, and he has used this to his advantage in every situation. He has a few close friends, and likes showing off for the younger dragon hatchlings, which has earned him a good few admirers among the freshly-hatched and the younger fledglings.

Name:Amunet (the hidden one)
Age: 9 years old
Gender:female
Appearance:
(when she grows up)

Disposition: Amunet is a strong willed dragon, she will fight for what she believes in. She not the type to bend for anyone. She has a quick furious temper, she hates humans and only tolerates other dragons. She had to prove her strength and toughness since birth, she grown up tough and freewilled.
History: She dominated her brothers and sisters, and won the favor of her mother. She constantly had to prove she was better at everything so she could live. She picked on the weakest to show that they were inferior to her, she couldn't be soft she had to survive even if it meant being a bully/

Name: Farik (Fair-ick)
Age: 10 (Fledgling)
Gender: Male


Appearance:


(He is, of course, much smaller due to his age, but he is still quite large for being merely ten)

Disposition: Farik is by absolutely no means weak or soft. As a matter of fact, he is rather strong when compared to others, and a very skilled fighter. Despite his strength and speed, Farik avoids, at all costs, any form of discrepancy or dispute with others of his kind. Not because he is weak or soft, but because he wants them to rise to be something more than just brutish beings that kill one another just to appear impressive. He believes that they can rise to be a sort of dominant race, with a bit of thought and camaraderie. The beast is highly protective, but not territorial at all. He has a very small plot of land that he keeps to himself, but he does not attack trespassers on sight, but rather offers assistance. Farik considers himself somewhat of a guardian, intervening on rather violent fights and sparing anybody who challenges him, in the event he is a victor. Some may find him weak for showing mercy, or soft for wanting to end the violence, but he does not refuse a challenge or back down from a fight, he merely plays by a different set of less barbaric rules.

History: Farik was born into a rather large family, but he was the oldest. His parents were out hunting for them when they were young, but were slain during their trip. The responsibility of finding them dead and taking care of his siblings fell to Farik, who adapted to the environment at a very young age. He had only just learned to fly, so hunting and food was far scarcer at first, though the eats began to pick up again once he got the hang of hunting. A few years later, while Farik was out for a hunt, a larger beast had taken his young siblings. He was enraged by the findings, he had no idea who or what had taken them, there were only three though, so it was not a hard task at all. Rather than growing with a vengeful desire to hunt down whatever had taken his family, Farik decided that he would rather try his best to change as many of his kind as he could before anybody else had to suffer the same fate as he had. He had lost his parents when he was four and his siblings when he was six, so he has been living without them for four years. He moves around a lot, but as of late his den has been a very convenient stack of boulders which make a perfect crevice; he covered them with a sort of makeshift canopy that was hastily put together.

Name: Skyvia syinta (just call her Sky or Skyvia)
Age: 14 Adolescent
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Disposition: Aggressive Towards strangers. Quite, likes socialising but prefers to keep to herself.
History: She was born(if this is allowed)far north of Bezcitný Cliffs. Her parents both had four wings many dragons think this is very unusual but the groups/family's of dragons are evolving in her homelands this is because the two-legs over thousands of years have invaded the homelands, and it has now been taken over by the two-legs. They fought for their land but many died Skyvia is one of the few to survive she saw her whole colony get destroyed, which is why she prefers to distance herself from others she cannot bare to lose someone. This has also in turn made her aggressive and unwilling to accept help from another. She has learnt to cover herself in mud to concel her presence from her prey.

Skyvia enjoys male company despite not wanting to get close to another and she values friendship but is not looking for a mate yet as her life seems to complicated at the moment. Many male dragons try to woo her as nearly all dragons find her very beautiful. But the males would have to be very careful in there advances as if they go to far and piss her off she will attack the other dragon with the intent to kill.

Skyvia having heard about the two-legs trying to invade the home of the other dragons living in the cliffs she travelled there to share the information she has gathered and help them win the coming battle.

Skills:
1.) Stalking prey
2.) Good at camouflaging herself.
3.)She has average skills in combat

Name: Aala. One who hunts (fire) and heals (water).
Age: 8.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: I did not make this (I suck at drawing). Credit goes as always to the creator of image in question.

Fins are not quite as big, horns are still growing. Spines are there though, including most of the tail barbs. Claws aren't quite as long or sharp. Skin is oceanic blue with pure metallic gold stripes and fin edges (Yes, she will be very easy to spot from a distance unless swimming, when she will become nearly invisible by daylight), whilst the spines are black. Claws are slightly webbed.
Disposition: Aala is very friendly and agreeable, always willing to hunt or race others for sport in an almost childish way. It is practically impossible to anger her, and she is irritatingly patient; These qualities have on occasion made others see her as weak, only to be swiftly proven wrong due to her watery, firey skills. The somewhat disturbing aspect to her cheery, spring-in-step personality is that she will always hold it, even when dueling and potentially murdering another dragon.
History: Aala, interestingly, was in fact dropped as an egg, leading to her odd (For a dragon) attitude towards life. Her main weakness and flaw was always the fact that she had no wings at all, but she always ignored this as a minor detail. She made up for it in other ways. Aala's fire came with birth, and is easily as hot as many adolescent dragons already. She can blast foes and prey with it in many ways, as her primary weapon, even putting it to use underwater. Aala loved the water and learned to swim young, her otherwise easily noticeable colours and almost useless back fins serving her brilliantly. Her dwelling-place is a sea cave deep underwater, accessable only to those who have long breaths and do not fear the sea snakes, which she has learnt to live with and would never harm her. Most of her prey, too, comes from the water. She specialises in hunting dolphins.

Name: Rekyanahyt (Rek-ee-annie-hit)

Age: 7

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Disposition: Rekyanahyt is a selfless dragon and he will go out of his way to protect his friends and other dragons he cares for. This is not to say he cannot be angered, though he has a much better control over his temper than most others. However, when he does lash out his blows are sharp and painful, though most are easily deflected, and he only lashes out for the sake of showing his annoyance at someone.

History: As a brother of N'zakar, he watched as his opposite, that is, his selfish sibling, abandoned him, his parents and the other younglings for a life of loneliness and solitude. He despised him for doing this, and swore if ever he lay hands on the beast, he would redecorate his precious gold with the colour of his blood. Needless to say, the two rarely caught sight of each other, and if by chance they did, they both flew in opposite directions. Never since N'zakar left have they crossed paths, and Rekyanahyt intended to keep it this way. As he grew up and left his parents at the appropriate moment, he resolved to never be like his brother, and aspired to be the better dragon. Though how he would go about this was still unclear to him.

[Rook]

Vael lay quietly on the rock jutting out from the bank over the flowing water. It was about mid day and he enjoyed the sunlight and the quiet peace of this little stretch of the river with the pines swaying in the wind. His eyes were half shut and the tip of his long tail flicked at the water as he digested his meal from earlier. He would no doubt have to hunt again soon but for now he was content to lay in the sun and relax the muscles in his wing shoulders.

He wasn't a bad flyer but it had taken him quite awhile to hunt down that mountain goat earlier. Having scales as dark as night did have its disadvantages. I suppose I'll have to start hunting more at night and sleep more durig the day. He thought. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea but he would simply have to live with it for now.

[Vance Erebus]

Xelir gave a mighty yawn that was more akin to a roar, and stretched. Giving his wings a flap to stretch the muscles and awaken them, he took a look around the cave he called his home, his nest. It wasn't as warm as the familiar magma caves that filled up most of his brief life, but he had truthfully grown bored living below ground in those confined spaces. Besides, he liked it out here. A dragon could see as far as the horizon almost everyday up here on the mountain, granted it wasn't clouded or storming. The cave was just like any other cave. Dark, a little damp, and it had its share of stalactites and stalagmites. Granted his was smaller than most others who lived in the mountainside caves, but he had grown to dislike them in his time up here.

Giving another roar like yawn, he exited the cave and stepped into the warm, bright sunlight of day. He flexed his wings to help continue the wake up process. He was notoriously slow at doing that. He blinked a few times at the brightness of the sun and laid down on the small outcropping that was near the entrance of his cave. He looked down the mountainside from where he lay, thinking about what he was going to do. He had explored most of the areas where the dragons were. Maybe I could go see what Skylla or Syth are up to. He thought as he lazily watched a cloud pass by.

"Could use the flying practice, and it'd be nice chance to impress the ladies." His thoughts continued as his mind wandered to other options. "Could go out and terrorize some humans to. That's always fun. Maybe I could hunt. Catch something like a nice juicy, tender, delicious, elk or something." Standing up he looked down the mountainside. "Oh great. Now I'm hungry." He said with a low growl. Oh well, it'd be nice to test his hunting skills anyway. Maybe he'd run into one of the ladies and impress her with his hunting skills. Better yet, he'd catch something for her. But which one though? Skylla was a highly desirable mate, and it was always nice to be in her good graces, so if he could gain her favor over the other males that would be nice. Syth was a good friend of his too, though he had known her for a less amount of time, she was still fun to be around as long as you didn't call her 'albino'. He gave a laugh at the thought. He was never calling her that again that was for sure.

Meh, to much planning is no fun, I'll just wing it. Jumping off the ledge, he glided to the ground below. He was by no means a good flier, but he could glide for short distances, and he was daily working on fixing that problem. He landed on the ground below with a bit of a thud as he took a look around his immediate surroundings and immediately set off in search of prey.

[Rook]

Vael heard something rustleing through the underbrush not too far away. He lay still for a moment and focused on the sound and the smells the wind carried on it. Unfortunatly the wind was blowing from the opposite direction the sound was coming from. I have three options. He thought to himself. I can stay here and wait and see if whatever it is comes to bother me. I can take my leave and possibly save myself quite a bit of trouble. The last part he spoke out loud to himself, "Or I can go Sound Chasing."

After sitting on the rock for another few moments Vael glanced in the direction of the sound, glanced in the opposite direction, and then looked down at the water beneath him. Eh, could be dinner. He stretched as he got up from his laying position and then leaped to the opposite river bank. He walked slowly and without direction towards the sound of rustleing leaves. He knew full well that no prey animal would be making this much noise at this time of day unless it was running from something but he had to find some way to convince himself to do something other than eat and sleep all day though he had a feeling he might regret it.

[Clirkus]

Lakajici sat poised on a rocky outcropping that jutted out rather precariously from the cliff face over the water. The angry waves beat against the rocks far below, with enough force to shatter horn and bone. I will not do that again, she thought to herself, glancing mournfully back at the four spines between her shoulder blades; chipped, cracked, and broken.

I must learn that and become better. I must not swim too close to the cliffs. I am better already. It is not too noticeable a blemish, and my wings shall hide it mostly until they grow back. Yes, they will grow back. She arched her neck and licked the battered spikes gingerly, then gnawed a bit on their ends with her teeth to wear them a bit smoother.

She looked back up into the sky again, and her amber-green eyes followed the strings of high white clouds all the way to the horizon where the sky and sea were split. The light azure color of air contrasted with the deep indigo shade of of water. Then she closed her eyes, and reflected upon the thoughts and feelings she had so far experienced that day. It was still early, but there was so much in the world that she wished to puzzle out. Things like what made the sky and sea as blue as they were, and why rocks could not grow while trees and animals could. Odd things perhaps, but she wanted to know.

Suddenly her meditation was interrupted by the rush of air, and instinctively she dropped her long neck and angled head, flaring her wings out for balance. A brownish shape, larger than her, swooped low overhead. Its tail hit her flank, hard, and she growled.

"Curse you, Vyvoleny!" she snarled as her brother angled around, something grasped in his talons.
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Vyvoleny snorted in amusement as the his young female kin was stirred up, and a puff of grey smoke drifted from his nostrils, dissipating in the fickle wind. The doe kicked feebly in the grip of his black claws, and he enjoyed gloating over his catch, especially to his sister. The herds of mountain deer were the most common prey to be found, but still, he had been lucky. They were quick creatures, senses attuned to hear the breath and wingbeats of their scaled overlords.

He alighted on the cliff a few yards from where Lakajici was perched, pinning his victim to the rocky ground beneath his forepaws, panting after the effort of carrying its weight for so long.

Eventually he recovered, and looked questioningly at his sister. "Do you not want any?" he asked finally, putting the doe out of its misery with a quick twist of the head between his teeth, and then tearing into his kill ravenously.
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Lakajici turned her nose up at him. "I am not hungry," she lied, "And I have no need for your providence." Although her nostrils twitched at the scent of hot blood and the anticipated taste of warm meat. But surely he would make her do something for him in exchange, and whatever it was was likely to be humiliating in some way. Before he could tempt her further, she took wing and soared off her perch, flapping to gain altitude before doubling back and flying toward the mountains.

[Antarctic Termite]

Umbraterros breathed in the scents of the earth.

Moss. Grass, field flowers, poking their heads out of the ground. Trees, occasionally; The rot of logs. Animals-Mice, rabbit, larger things. A hawk seeking a meal. Butterflies. Spiders, cobwebs, centipedes and shrub scorpions. Bubbling water. Fish in the stream. Other dragons, most a year or two younger than him, all he knew, if in some cases not well. Rocks. Pebbles. A slight breeze-It would be stronger out on the coast. All things he knew, had lived in, had explored until he knew the cliffs better than most dragons. He sighed and stretched his wings, scratching at the horns at the sides of his face. They were no longer the cumbersome studs they had been a few years ago; They were the beginnings of true dragon weapons now. As time wore on they would curve beneath his face like tusks, he knew, and as the weeks passed his fire would grow brighter. But that was the thing. Time.

It wore on and ground at him, made him want to lash out with claw and tail. He still retained the reputation he had childishly earned in his antisocial, agressively sneaky fledg- and hatchlinghood. He had worked hard to break the reputation now, to prove to all that he was a weapon, he was an owl not heard until it swooped and killed with claw and beak. He sighed and stretched his wings. He had learned to fly years ago, but would never be strong. Oh well... Still might use... The practice. He hurled himself offf the air, and let the winds carry him high. He turned the direction of the sea and glided. Perhaps he would see some of the fledglings he had smelt.

[Venomous]

Voro awoke slightly later than usual. He stood up, let out a yawn, and walked out his cave. He saw quite a few dragons already out, some of which were flying about. He glanced at his own small pair of wings and growled to himself. "Just wait, someday I'll be up there someday." he thought to himself. He then realized that he was hungry. Hunting was always more difficult for him since he couldn't really fly yet, but after much practice, he became able to run quite fast. He smelled the air for any nearby prey, and caught a scent. He followed it, but was disappointed to find that it had already been turned into a meal by another dragon. He turned away and began his search again.

[Erranruin]

Skylla dozed happily in the afternoon sun, her tail flicking catlike in pleasure was the only way to tell she was awake. She had spread her wings fully on the ground to catch as much of the sun's warmth as possible and her mind rippled with pleasant, calming vibrations. The bright clear scent of threatening snow made her hum deep in her chest and stretch out her limbs to feel the grass brush her sensitive underbelly. Soon it would be powdered white.

She had been hunting that day and the buck had settled comfortably in her stomach, making her feel drowsy and lathargic. Even so she did not plan to remain there all day, her wings already itched with unburned energy and the warmth of the day made her muscles buzz under her scales. She was already feeling the need to be gone and wen a pair of fieldmice scampered past her muzzle she snapped at them restlessly, making them squeal and dash away. Her tail began lashing more fiercely and she dragged her claw through the ground, leaving great gashes in the earth. Finally she lifted her glittering emerald wings and beat them proudly in the air before rising to her full height.

A regal roar reverberated in her deep barrel chest and her hind-quarters coiled like springs before she launched herself into the air. She shot through the clouds like the world was turned upside down and she was falling into the sky, as though gravity had no hold on such a creature as her. She questioned why it should, how could gravity be any greater than her? She would fall in any direction she wanted.

Her great sinuous length wriggled happily in the air and her wings powering her through the sky. She glanced towards a mountain nest perched upon the peak of a mountain, enjoying the site of young Dragon's soaring around it's towering spires. They all looked contented and bright, seeming to have been unnaffected by their prolonged stay in their egg's. The mother had been fretful after her mate was killed and Skylla had offered her help. The eggs had been colder than she would have liked and so it had taken longer for them to hatch, some not hatching at all. Still it had ended well for most of them.

Skylla had cared a little for the first few hatchlings, ensuring they knew where to hunt and telling them to stay away from the wolf ridden area's but with growth they had shaken off her authority and gone their own way. As was only proper. Now some of the elder males had started nipping at her tail showing off in the sky for her. They were all unsuitable for her and she ignored them but it made her happy that there were males to court her if she felt inclined.

She circled languidly, just enjoying the pull on her wing muscles. Suddenly she coiled over and dove towards the ground, intruders had been detected, the dirty scent of them tainting the wind. Three Two-legs, males by the smell of them and young, young and reckless, young and reckless but with swords. This was more worrisome and so the blue dragon hovered, waiting and monitoring. She had seen very few of these and then only at a distance yet she knew what her parents told her. Vile, mindless creatures, teeth of metal that they held in their hands. Skylla wondered how they ate if their teeth weren't in their mouths.

Still these ones were few and Skylla's bulbous confidence assured her of her victory against them and her ego could take no more hiding or inaction. Like a drop of rain she fell from the sky, her talons stretched out towards her prey. Her first victim barely knew what was happening before Skylla's claws pierced his skin and her teeth tore at his neck. He was dead before he hit the ground. The other two spun around with cries of fear and they held their steel teeth in shivering hands. The second tried to swing at her but she snaked her head under his arms and crushed his head in her jaws, a burst of hot blood flooding her mouth. Urgh she thought to herself. They tasted awful.

While she had dealt with that the final two-legs crept up behind her and with a gurgled cry made a clumsy lunge with his tooth at her chest. It missed by miles and glanced off her scales but when it reached her thigh its tip slid under one blue scale and found her soft, thick muscle. She roared in fury and pain as she felt the two-leg's bite and twisted around, wrenching the sword from his grip. She bit and ripped out a chunk of his stomach as he watched with a kind of surprised look upon his stubby features, his entrails dangling from her blood painted jaws.

She snorted in satisfaction but her head curled immediately to inspect her wound. She was no stranger to her own blood but it was so rare for a creature other than herself to harm her that this event came as a shock. She pulled the metal tooth from her leg and proceeded to lick the cut clean. It was small but the cut ran deep and her muscle seemed stolen of its energy, shaking from adrenaline and pain. She hobbled over to a river running from the mountain snows. The frigid waters numbed the pain and her saliva killed any pestilence that dared enter her body and once she had preened and drunk a little she began to feel better and finally she felt up to flight.

Her wounded leg proved a little cumbersome but she had more than enough skill to cope. Before take off she had taken the metal tooth in her jaws as a trophy of battle which swelled her pride a bit and now she sped off to tell the others of her glorious battle.

[Ethir]

N'zakar stared longingly up at the sky, wishing to be flying amid the cool afternoon breeze. He hadn't long awoken from a deep slumber and he could already feel the urge to hunt creeping up upon his empty stomach. Glancing back inside the darkened entrance of the cave he called home, he sighed begrudgingly for he knew hunting came with a consequence. To forage for food, he had to leave his horde of gold unguarded and open to any fool who may discover it. Nevertheless, this dragon knew he needed food and he stretched out his dark blue wings before launching himself toward the sky.

The flap of his wings cut through the silence, much like a knife slicing through a freshly baked loaf. The luscious green valley resting at the bottom of the mountain had proved a valuable resource for food in the past, and N'zakar thought it would once again. His cold eyes scanned the green landscape for almost anything that moved before finally settling on a small herd of mountian goats. Excellent he thought to himself as he began his slow and steady descent. He threw all caution to the wind as he suddenly nose dived toward the ground, his claws outstretched, ready to snatch a goat from the ground on which it stood. Moments later he was pulling up, a squirming ball of wool clutched inward toward his underbelly. Taking great delight in extending it's misery, he waited until he was back home before brutally slashing the beasts' neck.

After basking in the glory of his small kill, N'zakar sidled back into his cave for only two things. The first, to check on his golden hill of magnificence, and the second to clamber upon said hill and fall gracefully back to sleep. Hunting is such a tiring experience. And not one which proves to be exciting he thought as he closed his eyes, Perhaps another hunt of gold is in order. He let out a final sigh as he finally slipped off in to another slumber.

[Maria127]

Syth

Syth waking up from her deep slumber was trying to decide weather or not to go hunting. She knew the weather was nice as she could hear the other dragons flying over her underground cave, her cave was so cosy and warm that she decided to take another nap although it was only for 25minutes. Her growling stomach demanding food woke her up.

She really didn't want to go outside as her white scales shine so brightly in the sun that many dragons will avoid looking at her to preserve their eyesight. Her stomach Growls again and she sighs thinking to herself [I]Agh... I guess I have to go hunt. And then maybe after I'll go see Xelir. [\I]

"UGH!" She grones as she walks out of her under ground cave that still has the remains of her Father. She climbs up the mountain a bit until she gets to her ledge above her cave scaning the horizen once done she sniffs the air trying to pin point an Elk or a Deer to hunt. Flying in the direction of the Deer she flys higher and higher to try and pin point her Dinner she sees a black dragon Xelir lower down so she decides to watch him to see if he noticed her.