<font color='#348781'><center> IC: <p>Leather appendages hold sylphlike Pendragon suspended in the heavens, gliding through the clouds. Azure hued optics glance down at the vast, fog wisped swampland. Silence. Not a movement or sound are seen or heard by her, except for the light whistling of chilling wind hitting her wings. Deciding to go investigate, she dives down gracefully, like a falcon, and in the blink of an eye, she's on the ground. <p> Hmm..interesting place. <p>There was nothing around there. No one. The triangular lobes atop her cranium swivel, trying to catch the most inaudible sound. Lowering her maw to the ground, she inhales. The air was humid. There were a few puddles of murky water here and there. Â Being a rugged terrain, tangled roots and weeds lay all over the place. Cautiously stepping over them, she finds a rotting log. She bats at it with her left paw, sits back on her haunches and lowers her body to look inside the log. It moves a little bit, and she may have heard a little squeak. Curiosity drove her to stick her muzzle in, and peer inside. Suddenly, a shrill cry followed by a light-speed slash across her nose drives her to pull her face out and to jump backwards. <p> Oh crap!! <p>The intense and recurring pain causes her to wince and to lick her nose. The taste of blood stains her tongue. Blinking a few times, the pain easing itself, she decides to go find and kill what just hurt her. The flame on the tip of her tail was blaring with heat, meaning she was enraged. She takes a few quick steps and then takes off, and gets to a height right above the leafless tree tops. If any movement were to be seen, she'd dives down and kill whatever made it. At the corner of her eye, she suddenly sees a brown figure running off. With a quick swish of the wing, she follows it in the air. She picks up speed and lowers herself, almost on top of the creature. It's an inth. Using her aerial capabilities, she grabs it with her two forepaws, digging her claws into the animal's furry hide. With that, she lands, and to finish the animal off, she gives in a nice slash across the face. Satisfied, she finds a shady area and devours her prey.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"><tr><td> <font face="verdana"> Suddenly, from just a few yards away, a faint clapping sound was heard. It slowly grew clearer as its source drew nearer, until the amused smirk of a male pendragon came into sight. He was lanky, slightly tallish. His fur wasn't exactly a perfect white, and it was speckled with darker greys, whether this was theway it was supposed to be or whether he was merely dirty (perfectly possible, considering the area) was anyone's guess. "Bravo. Tell me, is that all you eat?" He raised a forepaw and pointed a single digit at her meal, one brow quirked in inquiry. The male was obviously one of those that wasn't exactly all carnivore. "Doesn't it make you wince? I mean, the blood and all.. always tasted pretty.. well.. /metallic/ to me." Coincidentally, he didn't give out his name, no introduction of any kind. He simply grasped the shades upon his muzzle, and gently pulled them down, peering at her with multi-colored eyes. Together, they looked bizarre, such intense hues, like two furiously polished gems of sapphire and emerald, each somehow shining way differently than the other. But his expression of calmness remained the same as he waited, patiently, for an answer. </tfont></td></tr></table></font>
<font color='#348781'>IC: Raising her cranium just enough to see the unknown Pendragon, she wonders if he poses any threat. He's bigger and stronger than her, evidently. Well..he doesn't sound like a carnivore.. Her neck straightened out to look face to face with him. Pulling a paw over her carcass and bringing it closer to her, she mutters. "Hi..Yes, this is what I like to eat. Meat is good. As for the blood, it makes everything worth eating. Without it, it's nothing. Think of a desert without sand. Wanna try some? It's an Inth." She pulls her right forepaw up to her nose, giving a hint to the visitor that she caught it because it hurt her. "I didn't come here to kill..I wanted a relaxing afternoon alone. " Well, hey..he's not ugly or anything. He seems friendly. Black claws rake at the carcass for the remaining shreds of meat on the ribs. Blueish pupils swivel behind him to see if anyone else is around. "How'd you find me? It's pretty deserted around here." Smiling, she asks, "What's your name? I'm Naedalya." Licking her paws, satisfied by her meal, lithe Pendragon opens her rugged, leathery wings as she stands up on her long legs.</font>
