After Genrit'khaath's abrupt introduction to a certain half-breed, he had to suspect that eventually he would have a run-in with the dragons who lived in this supposed City of Wyrms. The proud white drake's tenuous territory was far outside the official borders of the Wyrmoot's lands, but not so far that Aerial Wing scouts hadn't picked up the haze of smoke rising from the ruined forest around Verilidiar's Lake.

Somewhere in between one of the many trips back and forth to his cave with the beginning's of his rock garden, something changed. The land around the entrance was rocky but not protected by much in the way of forest, so as he approached he would see that he suddenly had company. Two adult dragons loitering about the entrance. One was perched up on the highest outcrop of rock she could find, her royal blue scales gleaming like polished lapis in the bright sun. Unlike most females, her neck and tail were rather stout and the tall fin down her spine was a bit tattered, giving her a rough-and-tumble sort of appearance. The slightly misaligned lines of scales on her flanks and neck showed old wounds. And splashed neatly across the whitish membranes and bony phallanges of both wings were matching chevrons of blue paint only a few shades lighter than her hide. Underneath these were thinner vertical lines, two black on one side and one red on the other. Blue as she was, her face was nothing like the dragon who had frozen Genrit in his multi-century cell.

Lurking on the ground, closer to the entrance of Genrit's cave, a slightly smaller copper drake was inspecting the putrifying skull of the green dragoness Genrit had slain, the tentacles on his chin twitching as he sniffed at it, his tail swishing back and forth. His scales were far less damaged than the female's, and most of them were the colour of freshly-minted copper coins, though some of the larger ones had a greenish patina. He was quite fit, if a little small.

[color=f7976a]"Well it's no one [i]I[/i] know,"[/color] the copper sniffed thoughtfully, speaking Draconic, glancing up at the female and then eyeing the entrance to Genrit's cave.

[color=0072bc]"So what if it was?"[/color] the female retorted, twisting her blunt snout back and forth, keeping watch with a veteran fighter's vigilance. Even at a glance, it would be easy to tell that these two rarely skipped a meal and hadn't lacked in good metal any time recently. [color=0072bc]"If he's not in there we'll just wait. And try not to annoy me or I'll leave him a gift of [i]your[/i] head and save myself some trouble."[/color]

The copper dragon flicked the tip of his tail, betraying the fact that the female's comment only amused him, though he dipped his head in an over-exaggerated bow. [color=f7976a]"Yes, honoured Sky Talon."[/color]