Somewhere...there is home...

<font color='#A8A8A8'>ooc: this is like the third post that I have tried to start and have anyone really respond to, so if anyone feels froggy comeon in and post.

bic: As the fires rise on the lands of Mansukh, a large uproar could be heard off in the distances as two of the dragon's known alive fight over far game that one has killed earlier before the fight begin.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>ooc: forgot time stamp!

Day : 31th
Month : Tessera
Year : Year 81376



Dreed flies up into the air voer the top of the other dragon and comes down onto his back with a slam then bites down on the back of the other male's neck. He roars aloud and brings both of his forepaws up behide his head and flips Dreed off his back tearing the other 'dragon's flesh on his neck. The male begins to claw Dreed all over his back and neck then comes down to bite hold of him as well. Dreed turns onto his back and pushes his hide legs against the male's stomach and pushes him off him. As soon as Dreed got to his feet he was then knocked back down by the other 'dragon. </font>

 

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A small cobalt flavored figure treaded through the mud of Mansukh. Lavender splashed oculars roved about the terrain, forever searching, but not looking for anything in particular here. Her ears were reminiscent of the cats of earth, slightly pointed at the ends. Sounds of a brawl were picked up and translated, alerting the female of the area she should avoid. But 'should' and 'would' were two different things, and curiousity once again won over instinct.

Disgusted with the mud encasing her paws and legs, the tiny presence leaped into one of the many trees able to survive in such a swampy environment. The trees were far between, but Adathiel's wings made a simple solution. Climbing when she could, and flying only when she needed to, brought her to the scene faster than tromping through the mud had. Her eyes were drawn to the ground below her, where two males seemed to be fighting over a fresh kill. As her gaze rested on one male, her mind recognized him, though she couldn't be sure of where she had met him before.

As she thought on this, the female drew herself into a shadow, hiding her bright pelt from view. Digging into memories, one brought itself forward. She had been on her way to the stream in Watani and on the way had met three others. One of them was this male. She had never learned his name, though she had told them hers. Uncertain of what to do now, she sat and watched the two fight.​

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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Dreed being the larger male of the two threw a shoulder into the final blow knocking the other 'dragon over onto his side from shock. Dreed dropped down onto his bum and winces is pain as he watched the other male shake with damage brain cells. Dreed got up onto hid feet and moved over to his dying enemy then leans his head down to the 'dragon's neck. Places his jaws about the male's neck then with a twist of his head, Dreed breaks the dragon's neck to end his suffering. Releases the male from his jaws and looks away from the lifeless corpse. Looks back to the meal that he won from his little fight then moves over to it limping as he goes. Leans his head down slowly and picks up the beast in his jaws then drags it off into the high, dry grass.

Lies down with the small creature then slowly feasts upon the meat of it's bones. Winces in pain as he eats the creature do to the fact that he has large cuts on the back of his neck and scratches all over his body.</font>

 

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The small female watched with interest as the two males fought, but turned away her lavender eyes when Dreed established the killing blow upon the smaller male. As he dragged off the prey into the tall grasses, Adathiel pondered on whether she should approach him or not. The decision was made soon enough, as she sat down to wait until he was finished eating. She had learned in previous years that males were territorial about their food. She wouldn't want Dreed to cut her up if she snuck up on him while he was eating.

The female looked farther down the tree, thinking of getting a more comfortable perch. Spotting a large branch nearer to the ground, she started climbing down. Halfway there, a paw slipped and she crashed down a few branches before managing to get a grip on a branch. The noise she made had been thunderously loud, and she cowered on the branch she sat on, knowing there was no way he wouldn't have heard that. She looked over to where he was lying, eyes wide, a fine tremble running throughout her body as she got over her fright.

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<font color='#A8A8A8'>A low growl comes from within his throat as he lifted his head up from the corpse of his prey. Blood dripping from his chin and the corner of his mouth. Looks over towards the tree with red glowing orbs as he scanned the area slowly. Throws out his massive wings then looks away from the tree area not really worried about what was there, then goes back to eating on his meal.</font>

 

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The young female moved a few branches down the branch she had originally planned on landing on. While waiting for Dreed to finish his meal, Adathiel nursed her cuts and bruises. Falling down a tree seemed to have cut her up quite a bit. A few feathers had even been torn out of her wings, but no important ones. She could still fly, and swim, with them. She licked blood from a particularly deep cut and lay on the branch to wait for Dreed to finish.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Dreed finishes the small beast off with a final strip of one of it's bones. Licks his lips slowly and wipes his chin on his forepaw getting the blood off himself. Winces a bit in pain as he turns himself over to the side away from his meal's remains then lies his head down on the ground. Sighs a bit and closes his eyes from pain of the cuts and bite marks on his body. Relaxes the best he can as he lies there.</font>

 

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Bright violet oculi saw that the male had finished with his meal, and lept from her seat quietly. She wandered over to where he was lounging, deliberately making her steps loud so he would know she was coming his way. Not sure if he had fallen into a doze, she tentatively offered a greeting, out loud of course.
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>"Hello..?"</font>
Her wings were spread slightly, so that her bruises wouldn't fold and begin to hurt again. Her lavender oculi were openly curious, and her cobalt fur was out of place, thanks to her earlier fall. She waited for a response.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Dreed took a deep breath and rises his eyes up from the restless spot. Winces a bit in pain and curls his paw under a bit. "Fhy...fhy nedhs iyo ra...ni vallyf pjudym? U klyta vjeamp yv sha pjudym shus hut peap vjyn ni tsjamdsh?" Lifts his head up from the ground a bit and coughs slightly from pain. His red glowing eyes turn and meet the little female dragon's eyes. Smirks a bit and turns over onto his other side then drops down lying again looking at her.</font>

 

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The female shook her head with a shamed look. She had understood little of what he had just said. Her education had been scarce as a child, since her father believed women were good only for breeding stock, nothing more. They did not need to be educated. Her memory told her he had spoken in English before. At least he could understand what she was saying..
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>"Sorry? I don't understand Ramathian.." </font> she told him, wincing a little in embaressment.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Lies his head down against the ground slowly and sighs as he looks to her. Closes his eyes slowly and begins to speak again. It came out as Ramathian at first then changed over to choppy english. "Who...who you be...my dragoness? A friend of the dragon that died from my strength?" Winces a bit more and scratches his forepaw against the ground a bit.</font>

 

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She shook her head at his inquiry.
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>"No, I didn't even know who he was. My name's Adathiel."</font> she replied. Her haunches folded as she sat near him, body half enfolded in the grasses. Her head was slightly tilted to one side, eyes fixed intently on his face. Her ears rotated slowly on her head, catching the quiet sounds of the surrounding region. Her wings half folded against her back and her unadorned tail folded itself around her forepaws.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Sniffs the air slowly to get Adathiel's scent then looks at her slowly from half open eyes. Grins a bit and lifts his massive head up from the ground slowly then leans a bit towards her with his head. Get a few inches a way from her and smells her once more. "Oh, it seems that you have hurt yourself in someway or another my little dragon." Looks back at her eyes again and draws back from her. Noticing that he was getting into her personal space. Speaks softly to her again, "I can do something for those little wounds of yours if you want me too?"</font>

 

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The small pendragon backed up slightly as the male leaned in to scent her, a small amount of fear spicing her scent for a short moment. Males made her nervous. The only one who never had was her eldest brother, Milal. And this one before her obviously wasn't the peaceloving type. So, despite her attempts to hide it, her reply held caution and suspicion.
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>"Like what?"</font> she asked. <font color="#C0C8E2">"It seems like you could use a healing more than I need one."</font>
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>He sighs a bit at the fact that she fears him in such a way that he just forgets the whole thing all together. "Well, I can...heal your small wounds but it would involve me touching you." Lies his head back down then licks his lips once more. Turns his head a bit away from her and curls his head under a bit. "My body...it will heal in do time...or maybe not at all." Extends his large black wings slightly and folds them again back against his shoulders.</font>

 

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Adathiel shook her head, a bit saddened to see that her fear had disheartened him so. However, her fear of males was always there, in the back of her head. She could not change it, it had been there ever since her birth. Every blow had left a memory upon her body, whether a scar that made her pelt uneven in places, or an emotional memory that she was unable to forget. Her maw met the earth and her head rested upon her forepaws, eyes closing in relaxation.
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>{ These wounds will heal in time as well. They are nothing to me. }</font> she said to him, using telepathy instead of speaking aloud.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>Smirks slightly and opened one of his eyes slowly to gaze upon her once more. By looking at her it bother back memories of his younger sister that he left in the mountains to the east so that he couldn't cause her no more harm from before. Closes his eye again then rests his head back against the ground. Sighs heavily and felt relaxed with her there near, didn't feel so alone at the time.</font>

 

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The female settled her feathered wings more comfortably against her back, careful of the cuts on them. She licked a new found cut on her foreleg with careful strokes of the tongue. Her body lay comfortably on the grass and she lay her head upon her paws once more, eyelids closed. Her auds moved slowly, catching the sounds of grass rustling and animals moving. She opened an eyelid to glance at the male, then realized that he had never told her his name.
<font color="#C0C8E2" size=0>{ You never told me your name.. }</font> she said to him in telepathy, implying that she would like to know what it was, though she wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep and if he even heard her.
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<font color='#A8A8A8'>He opened both of his eyes and lifted his head up from beneath his left wing then glances over at  Adathiel. Smirked slightly then lies his head back against the ground ddrawing his wing back against his backside. Closes his eyes once more and sighs. "King...but others call me Dreed." Laughs a bit beneath his breath and rubs his face against the ground.</font>