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Post by Darkcriteria on Oct 17, 2008 21:58:05 GMT -5
The wind howled as it whipped sand back and forth to and fro the storm on in full at Hells Scorn. Slowly the sand had started to fill the entrance of the cave with no back exit. Swiftly DarkCriteria had realized what happened and he blasted through the waterfall of sand which parted like flowing water on a protruding rock. With thanks on his lips for the gift of wingless flight he weaved through the storm like a salmon who fought up stream. His stark black leathery scales stitched ever so tightly to be almost skin like in appearance. Which if seen from above created the illusion of a black streak that bolted through the sandy terrain similar to the sky in all but color right now.
With a roar that choked off into a cough he broke free of the storm into what he assumed was the valley. Thankful again that he need not rely upon wings to fly the elderly dragon stopped to a rest on an unfamiliar rock a safe distance away from the storm his mind thrown out analyzing his surroundings for the faintest trace of life, hopefully something to eat. He slowly lowered his head down onto his crossed for claws his flowing Fu-Manchu folded up under his chin and his pearly white horns raised to the sky.
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Post by Arokys on Oct 18, 2008 13:33:35 GMT -5
Arokys perched silently on the rocks, feeling the wind from the sandstorm off in the distance. The sun was shining high, off in the distance he could see some clouds rolling in "another day another storm" he muttered to himself as he continued to sit and watch.
The other dragons in his clan were most likely asleep, as they usually did during the day. However one thought constantly pricked his mind...his son. He wasn't like that typical dragons in the clan, of course that didn't surprise him, he wasn't like the typical dragons in his clan either. They both enjoyed being out in the day as much as at night, which wasn't like the typical dragon in the moon clan. However Arokys's thoughts lay on the whereabouts of his son, he knew he shouldn't be worried and that he was probably sleeping, but he was concerned his son's latest obsession with flying might interfere with normal sleep.
Arokys was deep in thought when something caught his eye, something dark off in the not to far distance. He watched as the shape grew nearer and nearer, from it's shape he could tell it was another dragon slowly flying lower, obviously the sandstorm had taken it's toll on this one. Arokys braced himself for battle as the dragon landed not more than 20 feet away. He looked him over, making sure he wasn't injured. He turned back to watching the valley as he spoke to the newcomer "Looks like a pretty rough storm out there. Where exactly are you heading in such weather stranger" He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, feeling unthreatened but still watching his every move, just in case.
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Post by Darkcriteria on Oct 18, 2008 14:25:05 GMT -5
Eyes heavy still groggy from sleep he gently stretched out his full length on the rock and shook the sand out from in between his tightly woven hide, his claws gouged out trails in the rock upon which he rested as the irritating itch was taken care of. Suddenly the realization that he was not in the valley hit him from the unfamiliar scents to the rocks on which he rested. Much more alert now his senses picked up the presence of another nearby. A thousand little thoughts buzzed through his mind as he pondered what had happened and where he was while the stranger spoke, by the end of the sentence his mind hummed in pleasure upon the conclusion of what must of happened.
"Looks like a pretty rough storm out there. Where exactly are you heading in such weather stranger"
Calmly the old dragon readjusted himself upon the rock to face the speaker. "Where does one go when awoken by a death trap but out of the trap. I assume instead of heading south I must of gotten slightly turned around in the storm which carried me into Moon territory. At least it wasn't sun territory those goody two shoes make my skin itch like the sand in between my scales." A satisfied smile spread across his face at this turn of events. "I am DarkCriteria self-proclaimed Scholar and collector of knowledge and you are?" [/size]
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Chronos
Blue Dragon 
Moon Dragon
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Post by Chronos on Oct 18, 2008 15:49:22 GMT -5
The storm raged up above the land, winds howling and dark clouds swirling in the once-blue sky. A slender, feminine figure strode lazily across the terrain, luminous moon-blue eyes gleaming in what small amount of light seeped through the angry storm-clouds. A yawn escaped Chronos' reptilian maw as she paused to inspect the land ahead of her, eyes blinking sleepily as they scanned the earth. Suddenly, a familiar scent drifted over the dragon's sensitive nostrils, snapping her out of her sleepy trance somewhat.
Ah, so Arokys is out today. He's an odd one.
The white dragon soon reached the area of her leader, noting the stranger dragon with curiosity. Chronos stood still for a while, studying the interactions, before deeming the elder safe to be near and lazily moving towards the others.
Quite the storm, is it not?
Her mind resonated to Arokys, knowing very well that the other dragon was not of the Moon Clan. Dragons never spoke with their mouths, but with telepathy, however each clan essentially had their own "language". It was the reason why most Sun and Moon dragons had a hard time understanding each other, although she'd never spoken to a Star dragon before.
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Post by Arokys on Jan 22, 2009 10:40:12 GMT -5
Arokys nodded at the new dragon's explanation "it seems we share a common disliking of the sun clan". He felt the presence of Chronos drawing near and decided to let her know things were ok "He means no harm".
Arokys began slowly circling the new dragon, despite the fact that he felt no negative energy from this dragon, he knew one could never be to careful. For all he knew the Sun clan could have convinced a Star dragon to be a scout for them or even attack the leader, Arokys was not about to take any chances.
"I see" he responded to Dark's description of himself. "I am Arokys leader of the moon clan, just what kind of knowledge do you collect?" he asked cautiously, not certain just how trustworthy this dragon was.
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Post by Darkcriteria on Jan 25, 2009 14:37:31 GMT -5
"Quite the storm, is it not?"
"Hmm quite." The old dragon seemed to mumble an inquisitive eye on the newcomer.
After a brief moment of silence he turned back to Aroyks in a dismissive manner after such a brief scrutiny to memorize the size bearing and feeling of the newcomer for later thoughts and perhaps uses? "As to your question Arokys, what knowledge would I not collect, knowledge is power, power is the milestone of my life. Without knowledge, wisdom, and the ambition to use it neither of us would be here today no?" DarkCriteria's breathing slowed down to a near imperceivable thing almost as if he was not breathing at all. "Do you perhaps know what is happening to all the game? I don't fear I will starve any time ever . . . But others don't have such luxuries." Stated with such confidence in his posture and communication that he obviously believes it to be true.
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