<font color='#0000FF'>Quarter: Tessera (Autumn) Day: 22 Year: 81377 (3) Perched upon the edge of an mountain was an 'dragon that sat with his eyes closed. The only signs that showed he was alive was the slight flickering of his tail. There was the form of an tiger that walked behind him in an protective manner. This form had its teeth bared aggressively as if  it wanted to rip apart anything that happened to pass by as it continued its guard patrol. Temor, please ease your fear An gruff voice emitted from the 'dragon who had moved to place one hand on the scabbard that contained his sword "White Falcon" The other hand was held in front of his heart making the sign of Hyli Doujpeum. Then slowly the 'dragon rose with his eyes still closed. He cared nothing for any danger for he was Bracken the Dark Ranger. He stepped forward with an sturdy grace, the sound of small rocks falling off the edge as it disturbed some rocks was the only indication that he had moved at all for it appeared that he had been there already. An comet passed overhead blazing an golden trail across Bracken's head as he chanted the word "Nui sha Dypt tuba na" over and over as if seeking forgiveness for an terrible sin that he had yet to commit. He leaned torward dangerously when suddenly his eyes snapped open. If some 'dragon were to see his eyes in that moment they would have called him the "Rlyyp Panym" for they held an coldness that would have frozen you to your  bones as it gazed at the darkness below him. Temor the beast roared as her master ran and leapt off the mountain edge, his white mane flowing as he pulled his sword off its scabbard and held it above his head as he dove for the darkness below him. The sword glowed with an white flame as it hurtled along with the hand that held it forwards the ground. Then it struck the hardness of the ground and exploded in an white glare that engulfed the mountains surrounding it. Then it was pitch black yet again as the 'dragon lay unmoving on the sourched ground.</font>
<font color='#0000FF'>Months had passed since the 'dragon had went to his doom where he lay unmoving except for the form of Temor his beloved beast that kept an silent vigil over her soul-friend, she was relucant to leave him alone when she went hunting for food. When the moon came in its full glory she would roar her mourning anger for she did not understand why Bracken had to do those things and scare her so. When she had patrolled the surrounding areas for danger. she was sure that he would be allright so that she could hunt for food and taste the blood of her meal that satisfied her. Eventually her form had blended in the darkness of the night as she went on her hunt. The form that was Bracken stirred and mumbled some words as his hands went automatically to his sword "White Falcon" Â huh cant remember what happened he thought as he rose looking at hsi surroundings wheres Temor? He wondered as he gripped the hilt of his sword and checked it for imperfections, there was only one single ugly scratch across the middle of his shining sword. He spat on that scratch and wiped it off with the back of his hand. For an while he kept repeating this dull exercise until his sword shone clearly in the darkness and the scratch had disappeared. Temor always know where iam as he put the sword in its scabbard and fastened it to his back to free up his hand. He dropped to all fours, his white mane falling across his head blocking his vision. He let out an roar of excitement as he sprinted with the back of his leg pumping fast till he was just an form that seemed to fly across the surface of the mountain.</font>
