<center><span style='color:MediumVioletRed'>24 - Tria - 81378 spectacal pjaun</span> <span style='color:gray'>The weather high above danced in small circles. The altitude, as one would think, was high enough for snow clouds to hang around without doubt. But the fresh cloud remaints had drizzled over the ruins. The frigid day passed quickly without a soul nearby. Evening goddess fell swiftly in her darkened chariot and hair made of the stars. Her one brightened eye enhanced against after-light and into the bleak darkness, becoming the various planets above. Scatranis came into view the best for the young one wandering the snowy wastelands that very night. Oh! How she thanked Tanastlasei for the gorgious night and a new found place to roam. The fae blended within the sky, but not against the snow. She looked like a piece of the stars falling from the sky - her midnight blue coat shifting in a fur movement as she padded softly along the snow. Her khaki mane, meanwhile, was dark against her hue. How she cursed her large paws for letting her sink under the layers of snow, while her potite body struggled to life them up. Annoying as hell is was to struggle uselessly in the snow; when it was only supposed to be a simple exploration. Upon her lips she could feel where she bit herself numerous times with her long fangs split open and begin to bleed. She didn't complain, but it ached like a numb paw. And finally she stopped, leaping into the air and landing upon the hardened and frozen ruins of an ancheint time. Her tail flicked as a feline's would, the snow flying off of it, and meeting it's brothers and sisters in the rest. The restof her body shook, while more snow came off. Storm grey occuli kept to the surrondings when she was done. Sticking out her tounge - a flake landing upon it - her chest heaved outward in a sigh. <span style='color:MediumVioletRed'>This was pointless. Nothing here but fallen down buildings and not a soul. I could be off somewheres communicating with something or someone.</span> She sighed again, crania turning up towards the heavens above. </span>
<span style='color:red'>Tvimloni Trackiner</span> A golden pendragon flew about Trilok. Her blue abnd purple wings extended. She was happy to be out and about on a vacation from the world. Looking down, she spotted another pendragon. Smiling happily she swooped down to greet. She landed with a thud and padded over to the other. A smile rested on her face as she extended a muscular arm and hand in greeting. -Good day. My name is Tvimloni- she announced joyiously
<center><span style='color:MediumVioletRed'>24 - Tria - 81378 spectacal pjaun</span> Pinna flattened upon her head as she thought and looked about. The sky caught her eye once again, and her gaze flutter towards it like a bug to the flame. But the seranade of the flapping of wings caught her attention of the beautiful view above. The blinked wildly, before catching sight of the landing sunshine-hued pendragon. She watched closely as her wings were folded back and she made her way over, friendly and with a grin. Spectacal returned the smile as the paw was exstended. <span style='color:MediumVioletRed'> Djaasemdt Nt. Sbenlyme, u glautoja sy naas iyo. Ni muna et Tgaksukul.</span> Suddenly she blinked rapidly again. Curse the language major she represented. She let out a chuckle and shook the other's paw. Just to make sure, she translated it in the most used language. <span style='color:MediumVioletRed'> Oh...I'm sorry, Ms. Tvimloni, a pleasure to meet you. I meant to say my name is Spectacal. </span>
<center><span style='color:MediumVioletRed'>24 - Tria - 81378 spectacal pjaun</span> Her lips curled in as she gave a return smile, crania slowly turning towards the snow under the piece of concrete they sat on. She noticed her footprints, being rather large and messy. Spects' paws did that sometimes. Breaking away from the minor thoughts she had, stormy grey orbs turned back to this 'Tvimloni'. <span style='color:MediumVioletRed'>So...um...What are you doing around these lonely parts, eh?</span> Spects was in small attempts to make conversation. It had been, after all, a while since she had laid eyes on another other than her mother. Ah well, it was always nice to start up on friendships again. The smile remained as she watched Tvim for her reply.
Prototype X-7 thundered across the snow covered lands checking over his shoulder every once in awhile to check if he was still being pursued. He ran over the crest of a hill and saw two pendragons standing and talking to each other. <span style='color:blue'>GET DOWN!</span> he roared at them as a trail of bulletholes followed him and steel capped death started raining down amongst them. He dived towards the ruins, looking for cover against the hail of angry metal, not looking back to see what happened to them... He buried himself in the snow underneath a fallen pillar and watched the Hovercopter above continue it's firing...
Nylorac was awakened from a deep sleep in her temporary snow cave. Her blue eyes automatically searching for danger. It took her a moment to realize exactly where she was as she noticed teh gunshots flying through the used-to-be peaceful sky. Nylorac growled, and looked out teh opening of her cave, she two figures on the top of one of the large objects covered deeply with snow. When the firing finally she slowly crept from her hiding place and moved towards the figures, cautious for she did recall ever seeing them before. Unaware that a third 'dragon lie nearby.
Thi had sheilded herself and her new friend with her leathery wings, though a few holes were peirced in them, she let out no cry but tears streamed down her face.
Nylorac walked towards them and jumped up onto the thing that they were standing on. At first she was afraid hey would fight her, but she saw their eyes and immediatly new they wouldn't unless they had reason to. * Are you all right?* she said looking at the 'dragon who had places in her wings where the bullets had pirced the flesh. *I am Nylorac. Do you know what that was?*
<span style='color:blue'>Thi</span> she replied with a wince as she tried to refold her wings. She held them open instead, the light from the setting sun passing through the holes and creating an eeire sort of aura around Thi. <span style='color:blue'>No, and if I had, I would have tried to hide</span> she admitted, semi-laughingly.
Suddenly, a missile soared past the two, and nailed the still floating Hovercotper in the windshield. It swerved to the right, and nosedived into the snow 50 feet away. X-7 got up and shook off the snow. Then his missile launcher disassembled. <span style='color:blue'>Are you alright?</span> He asked and held out a hand. <span style='color:blue'>I'm sorry for drawing the fire here, but I had nowhere else to go... I'm Prototype X-7</span>...
Thi gawked at this half 'dragon. She had seen many a strange one here in these lands, but nothing like this. She saw his missle launcher dissasemble and heard his words. But she still could not beleive them. Yet, overcoming her fear, she took the proffered hand and replied. <span style='color:blue'>Nice to meet you, X-7, was it. I'm Thi and my "colleage" here is Nylorac</span>
Nylorac looked up at X-7 and wondered where he had come from, he seemed somewhat, knowlegeble to these lands, and yet he seemed to know a lot anyways. Nice to meet you, ummm... why are they firing at you? Nylorac extended her paw to shake and awaited his answer.
<span style='color:blue'>Heh... I'm an experiment.. An escaped Experiment... It's only natural that they either want to get me back, or to destroy all evidence of me...</span> He said this casually, without a trace of fear that they might be part of the military. <span style='color:blue'>I need to get out of here... Trust me... The military has hundreds of Hovercopters searching the continent...</span>
<font color= "blue"> Yeah well there are other 'dragons they know about now... what are you going to do about that? </font> Nylorac was a little annoyed for she didn't exactly want to be apart of some cat and mouse chase that seemed to have started with herself and the others in the middle. Though dep inside she was interested in a little adventure.
Thi, though not wanting to get involved, figured she could at least help him out a little. <span style='color:blue'>Is there anything we can do to help you</span> she asked sweetly.
X-7 allowed himself a smile. <span style='color:blue'>Don't get involved...</span> He warned. <span style='color:blue'>The last thing I want is to see innocents hurt... Please, just lay low untill a few patrols have passed... </span> He turned to go, but hesitated and turned around. <span style='color:blue'>No... I'm not going to abandon you! I drug you people into this mess... I'm going to stay and defend you!</span> He turned his hand into a fist, and held it straight out. Every single one of his weapons systems that could, opened up and armed themselves. <span style='color:blue'>I won't let innocent people get hurt on my watch...</span> He said, more to himself than to the others...
Nylorac didn't expect the male dragon to act so heroic but Nylorac was greatful. She looked around then asked quickly <font color="blue"> So how are you going to protect us? Surely we can't stay here... or can we? </font>
Thi watched X-7. It was amazing to her. She smiled warmly at him. He has the body of a machine she thought but the heart and soul of a 'dragon of old the smile grew as she heard his last words whispered more to himself.
<span style='color:blue'>I have enough firepower to hold off almost half of the military forces on the continent, but my ammunition says different. Only a few of my weapons are rechargable and energy based, most of my systems are of Earth design... I think we should head towards the ruins...</span> He kicked a snowdrift nearby and put his weapons away. Then a huge vulcan machinegun assembled on his shoulder, and when it was asembled, it changed shape again to turn into the barrel of a gigantic cannon. <span style='color:blue'>My Pulse Cannon should be able to hold of any air units... But I could use some help with taking out any ground support, this thing weighs a ton... And I can't really aim with it... I just point it and fire...</span> He knelt down, weighed down by the huge gun. He shifted his weight, and was kneeling in front of the two almost like a knight told in ancient stories from Earth...
