<font color='Black'>Day: 11 Season: Tessera(Autumn) Year: 81377(3) Alabaster coat blew in the breeze as she stepped foot on the mountain range. She had flown from her home planet, into the atomosphere of Ramath-lehi and still had energy to burn. " E'n lyts feshyos u doepa... " She wasn't a poet, but she was a sorceress and she had learned a bit of Ramathian, but now she wished that som eone was around. Maybe she should have just stayed in the palace. OC: Sorry it's so short! I didn't have alot of time left in Computer Class to Finish it.</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>OOC: Sorrry! But I posted here last night CAn't remember what sort of colour alabaster is XD BIC: A large dark 'dragon made his way up the snowy mountain, eyes firmly fixed on the female on the summit. He stood out hugely from the mountain side, and he just hoped his target wasn't looking. Noticing a boulder, lying somewhere to the side and in front of him. He sprinted behind it, and huddled there waiting. He rubbed the empty patch on his arm. Yes, that was where the tatoo would go. From here, he could see the stripes over her eye, and snorted. The Njothu had made their own rip off of the grading system years ago, and if this one had three stripes, he would be doubly pleased to kill her.</font>
<font color='#000000'>OOC : May I join? If so here's my post. Tem watched them both from a secluded position behind an array of boulders and blue grass. Sinister grin laced the lips as she remained utterly still, listening to fem's voice and watching the male ready himself for the attack. Considering that she was neutral she didn't mind watching a brawl and then destroying the winner. What else would she do? As of now she didn't care and so she merely watched, anticipating the reign of action the male would take. He seemed strong and perhaps he would win her approval or maybe he would earn hatred. You could call her picky...and maybe even perfectionist.</font>
<font color='Black'> She heard a rustle, but cared naught for it. She was not for a brawl, or a simple fight o’ the m atter was she wasn’t lost anymore, her thoughts an d senses and remembrances about this strange plan et had came back. She was on the Nyonge Mountai n Range, not too far from where she had last visited . She couldn’t possibly know that two others were watching her, could she? Her telepathy made her a ware of more than just herself, but it made her awa re of the tiniest movements and the other things aro und her. If they even thought a thought she would h ear it, unless they were complex at the mind abilitie s. “ I know you are there. Both of you can not hi de yourselves from I. " Saerkuri turned around to face the bolder th at the one male hid behind, and knew that the female also took shelter somewhere in the rocks aswell. Win gs of alabaster, rich whitening, folded across her as s he took bipedal form. “ If you wish to kill me, then do it, don’t stand there like a coward behind a rock. You act like one of my sons, but then again, their dead—so I wouldn’t know how they act anymore. " x][x Crappy post >.< x][x </font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>Siirus, stood up, frowning. Tactics was not a word that often entered his vocabulary, but he was not all brute strengh. He had not been hiding. He stared coldly at the second female. This was his own business, and there was no need for bystanders. He looked back at the pale one. Why would she actively seek a fight from a 'dragon his size? He assumed she had magic, other wise she wouldn't even have got this far. He walked closer, glaring even more strongly. "I would ask you why you're here. I know where you came from." It was true. He did. Therewas soemthing different about her, but even if there wasn't, he would be standing here waiting to kill her if she was a normal 'dragon. The other 'dragon was infuriating him. Why was she even here? He spoke, cooly, not botherign to cover his annoyance. "I'm all for bloodshed, but this has nothing to do with you." He turned around, facing her. The one problem was if both the females attacked him at once. Fortunatly, it didn't look like they'd side together for anything.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Tem released a stiffled cackle as she rose from her place of rest; cold, harsh gaze locking upon the vast male. "I sensed her. She's different indeed, is she not?" Her arms crossed as she walked upon her hinds toward the two. Glower was thrown to the male beast while a thin, smile was blessed upon the silenced female, who had such a soothing voice. "I want nothing to do with you" She smirked sadistically before, again focusing her attention upon the female.</font>
<font color='Black'> Saerkuri turned her head to the male first, bu t smiled softly to the female as she was told the femm e wanted nothing to do with her. She grinned and form ed a slight ‘o’ with her mouth before she began to talk yet again. “ Oh, dear boy you know where I come from? We ll, no you don’t. Not all of my family precedes on the s ame planet. I was born a Njothu, married into the Syma nthian family. I’m glad your all for bloodshed, but plea se, save me the complaining, if she was going to attack you, she would have done it by now boy. " She turned her eyes to the male, finally realize ng who she was talking to. She couldn’t remember a ti me when Siirus didn’t defeat his enemy. She wasn’t at all afraid though, why should she be afraid of him? Sh e knew he knew who she was, and she knew that he w ould kill her if he cared naught for his family. [/b] “ Well, it seems as if I’m in a delema here, should I go on about my own business, the reasons I came her e, or should I fight you, boy? " If I was in the right mind I would have alre ady caught his bluff, but he has no bluff, he will kill m e if he has the chance. She thought to herself, and moved slightly, letting those wings unclasp and furrel behind her. </font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>Boy? A deep growl lodged itself in Siirus's throat. He was annoyed at how both the females seemed to hate him. At least the paler one had reason. He realised that she was around his age, and that she would have to go before he started acciring(sp?) a consience. He still hadn't recognised her though, which gave him even more reason to finish the job quickly. "You still haven't answered my question." He smirked, and feigned an attack, leaping forward but not even atteempting to hit her. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was annoying his old family. He had been ignored, looked over, and he used every opertunity to get back at them. Destroying warehouses, deliberatly getting him self captured and then escaping, he'd done it all. And it was fun.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Tem released a stiffled cackle as her arms crossed, gaze fixing on the lunging male. Pathetic She thought as she stepped backward, assuming within herself that the elder femora had sense and power enough to defend herself. "I suppose your an assaisan." Heavy bangs hid her eyes and mocking grin from view as she questioned, perhaps attempting to stall the male; give the singing girl a chance to ready herself, or to even flee. Tem was an odd one, many assumed she was cursed (or blessed) with multiple personalities, truely a confusing adolescent.</font>
<font color='Black'>The fella’ laughed, slightly—looking toward the male that she knew to be Siirus, her nephew. She turned slightly, facing him and watching the other fella’. “ I am here, on Ramath-lehi to find my nephew, Siirus. " She grinned, slightly before she heard the word assassin rip from the other femme’s jaw, who was she calling an assassin, her, or the boy? She gripped the ground and a lmost wanted to snarl—she was no assassin, but then ag ain; one could always need a new profession. “ I be no assassin, girl. Though, one might wonder if the boy is.. " sorry it’s short >< </font>
