[IC] The Dragon King and the Human!

[The One]

Humans are so ignorant. The world is filled with mythical creatures and they don't know a thing about it. To them Mythical Creatures are just a story to be told over and over again but they don't know the real story. The story about the 100,000 year old war against dragons and phoenix's, or the fact that there is a civil war going on right now that could determine the fate of all humans in existence. However, that is all about to change, because after today humans will know about mythical creatures whether we like it or not.

Drayko flew around in the sky as fast as he could. He was trying to get faster, he needed to become better. He flew faster and faster, feeling the wind through his scales. He was above the world, high in the sky, over the forest. Drayko kept on flying, until soon enough the wind pressure opened his wounds again on his wings, he roared loudly and began to fall. Drayko quickly attempted to close his wings as he was crashing in his home, his cave however he didn't and the sides of the cave cut his wings some more. He let out a loud roar in pain which shook the whole cave a little. He was severely injured, he would be unable to fly with his wings this bad and he had a civil war to fight. If he didn't win all humans would be wiped from existence, he couldn't let that happen. He hated them but he didn't want them gone. He looked to his wings before roaring in pain again.

[Sodie Pop]

Her journey started simple: a scrap of parchment from the gristly tavernkeep of the quaint village of Dalerrik listing resources to keep a keen eye for. Though, she was warned of unrest within the Haran Valley, as something disturbed the wildlife therein. The petite woman shrugged, not overly concerned for she wandered the lands far and wide—much more than any of the villagers could deign to boast. As long as she exercised due caution, there was little for the lone ranger to fear.

So, with paper in tow, she made her way into the wooded Haran Valley. A cool fog clung to the woodlands, obscuring some of the environs, though it hardly halted her progress. Each step careful, avoiding fallen branches and rustling brambles. Aksinya moved silently with the ease of many years and many forays into the untamed wilderness.

Ignoring the delicate footprints of a young deer, she instead knelt beside a patch of flowers and wild weeds. Some were medicinal, others poisonous. The petals of the flowers in question, would serve well as a dye—one of the requests on the parchment. Regardless, she unsheathed her dagger and slowly, deliberately unearthed the various plants, packaging them within one of her leather satchels before moving on.

It took her a while to realize that the call of the birds was not quite normal. 'Twas emphatic and frantic. Something surely ruffled their feathers most unpleasantly—

The roar of a mighty beast, not one she could place, left her crouching low in search of something monstrous or otherwise dangerous. The birds fell silent and scattered. Once able to verify that nothing, immediately, was about to barrel into her face, Aksinya rose and heaved a sigh most exasperated.

For she needed to at least identify the threat so close to Dalerrik; her conscience compelled her.

Notching an arrow to her bow, she stalked toward where the roar first came, her steps light yet full of purpose. Yet she needn't traverse far, as she quickly came into view of a massive red dragon—such creatures still breathed?— huddled within the wide maw of a cave. How she prayed the fog kept her concealed!

It took her many moments to take note of the multitude of seemingly fresh wounds marring his, she assumed, form. In the back of her head, she pondered the little she knew of dragons. Were they all violent? Were they wise? Would her arrow even pierce the thick hide?

Likely, she ought to head back as the information alone proved serious—much more than the simple villagers first assumed, for sure.

[The One]

Draco continued to lay down in his cave, injured and bleeding. He heard the fluttering of tiny wings above him. Every animal in the forest must of heard is painful roars. For the moment, he was alone, although, during his time laying down, he noticed their was a new scent in the air. His head rose and his eyes stared towards Aksinya, before forcing himself to stand with a struggle.

"I know you're there, human. What are you doing in my home? Leave this place, go spend the final moments of your short life with your family, before your entire race is killed."

With that, he fell to the floor again with a pained growl. Scarlet red blood spilled onto the cave floor from his injured wings. Slowly, Draco looked up to the large hole in the cave ceiling, before laying down his head again. Blood dripped from the high rocks where the hole was. It was obvious what had happened to this dragon from the scenery.

@Sodie Pop