The bitter yet calming winds of the Nyonge mountain range whispered through the high peaks and through the crevices of the open area. Whispering past the young Pendragon's purple locks as she simply blinked from the passing frigid wind. On her hind legs thin arms pawing the crisp ground muzzle looking skyward as she sniffed the morning air. Tufts covered ears twitched at the slightest of sounds, as her dragon-like tail swished lightly to the melody of the morning. Tilting her head to the side she stood up completely gray orbs of hints of yellow gazed at the high morning sun, unblinking as she looked once more to world's greeting. A small smile graced her muzzled lips as she let loose a meager sigh, as she closed her eyelids as the morning rays shined on her face warming her slightly. Leva Nyym was calm, and happy for this was her paradise, atop the mountains- or hidden within the many cave systems in which her village lied she was at home. Though- why speak such words when she could feel them? It was simple to her, only because Leva was mute. She could not vocally speak her words to the world, thus that is why her telepathic abilities were her keepsake. At such a young age, it was only natural that Leva learned how to communicate- that or she would die a lonely short death.... Turning towards the cave entrance she began to walk towards it, as she looked towards it's inky blackness- welcoming her home. And thus she prepared to return. (OC: I Have NO clue what I'm writing >.<)
<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font style="font-family: verdana; font-size:12px; line-height:16px"> outofch ar a cccterrr: hey deer, don't forget to timestamp! edit your post so that it includes the date. (: and it's good, no worries! --------------------------------------------------------------------- <p style="text-align:justify"> A rising sun, cold and white, stung the barren landscape with its brilliance. Unchallenged in its glory, the great fiery orb rose higher and higher into the azure sky until, alas! It took a final heaving sigh and sat demurely behind some soft clouds, satisfied to hang there for the time being and glaze the world in sunlight. Beneath this sunrise was a staggering figure on the mountain clad in a thick hide coat and bearing on his person a weighty sac full of all the week's necessities. Alongside him traveled a qereniath that appeared much more at ease in the cooler mountain climate than Ploy himself. Although the trek wasn't as long and strenuous as he'd imagined, it placed the sea-faring arden at unease. Cold and ice was not what his body was built for. He was from a line of beach bums and fisherdragons, not... well, not khellin. But alas, his brother-in-law had requested his presence at the hatching of their newest child and Ploy could only oblige. <i>'Of all places to rear children,'</i> he thought as he traipsed into the mountain town, <i>'Now if I could only remember which cave was his...'</i> Squinting his eyes, he cast off his sunglasses and looked onto the mountains. They were blotted black with homesteads and windows. A family of airborne dragons were just making their way in, perching at the entrance of their abode before slipping inside... flight. It was just like swimming. Sighing, the arden carried on, striding just passed the young niotie as he did so. </p> </td> </tr> </table>
