<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ramqe's eyes turned to blood red slits as he stared at the dragon who had so ruined his sleep. What do you want, I don't have time for this. He lifted himself up off the ground, revealing the many scars across his body. </span></span>
Khuyt stared blankly for a second. <span style='color:green'> umm.. nothing i just happened to stumble apon you guys.. anything i can help with?</span> He said pointing to the one who got away.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>"No, I'm fine". He said drifting off into sleep. Transforming takes a lot of energy from a pendragon. </span></span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Mean either LOL.</td></tr></table>
Khuyt didnt know where to go.. What to do.. What to say.. His ming was completely blank... A wiff of the remaining smoke rushed past his nose. He paused.. He turned away and sneezed so hard he felt he had sneezed out a lung! <span style='color:green'>AAACHOOOO!!!</span> He sniffed and shook his head. he looked at the 'dragon infront of him <span style='color:green'>Hmpf... </span> He walked of into a clear area and sat down. Bordom grasped him.. He made a flicking motion towards a wilting flower by his foot. A spark form on the flower petal. The energy starteed a small flame on it. It burned to the ground. OOC: had to put sumthing ^^
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Ramqe got up. What is your problem, get lost! He was starting to get frustrated and usually that wasn't a good thing. A small box in the corner began lifting off the ground. </span></span>
Khuyt wasnt paying any attention. he heard the voice far away from him.. he snapped into reality and looked at the 'dragon. <span style='color:green'>eh? my problem is being bored! if you have a prblem with my problems then get the hell away!</span> he said looking back to the ground as another flower spouted flame and burned to the ground.
Khuyt shook his head. <span style='color:green'>people are always so god damn pushy.. </span> he got up and streched. he cracked his hands hand walked into the open area. he layed down and sighed... he was going to die of bordom one of these days.. <span style='color:green'>well.. if my fate be tied to bordom then im going to change that...</span> He got up yet again and flew up to the rooftop the other 'dragon was at. he tried to be nice but his true nature was usualy to be rude.. <span style='color:green'> uh.. hi..so what's your name?</span> he asked mentaly hitting himself... <span style='color:green'>sure.. screw it up Khuyt.. screw it up..</span>
His eyes opened. This pendragon seemed almost drawn to him. "Ramqe...Ramqe Nuppam". He grinned. "And you are?". He drew a knife from his pocket and began playing around with it as if it were a toy of some sort.
Khuyt smiled slightly. <span style='color:green'> its Khuyt Femdt... you dont mine if i ask what was that other guys problem was?</span> he said sitting back on his haunched and sitting down.
He tilted his head back slightly. "I'm not sure...". Ramqe was starting to get annoyed with this pendragon, but he hid it well. He might be of some use.
Khuyt nodded.. silence.. to muuch silence.. khuyt didnt know what to ask.. all his questions had really been shot. he hoped he wasnt being a pain. he leaned back and sighed yet again. he layed down on the roof and let the suns warmth shine on him. he smiledd slightly and closed his eyes.
Khuyt suddenly had the feeling he had to go back... He didn't know why... But when he got feelings and he ignored them usually there was a severe consequence that he could probably have avoided... He cursed himself and slammed the brakes, turned around, and began racing back towards the city...
Khuyt's ears perkeed up at the sound of a bike coming to them. he smirked and shook his head... he sat up again and rubbeed the side of his face. <span style='color:green'>well i guess.. your little friend is coming back huh..</span> Khuyt cracked his fingers and sat back. he waiteed for the creature to come back into view..
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>EEP! I forgot about this thread. I'm confused. Both of your character names are the same?</td></tr></table> "Why does a moron like him have to come back". He was ready to fight if he needed too. He positioned himself. "Can you fight? This guy has issues".
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>My chars name is "Chaos Rider" translated. the name Khuyt is just Chaos, so I'll refer to my char as "The Rider" from now on... So theres no confusion... :D </td></tr></table> Khuyt flew back, and screeched to a halt in front of Ramqe, more worried about the innocent nearby than about his own well being. <span style='color:red'>I had a feeling...</span> Was all he said, and he dismounted from his bike, the light reflecting off of his helmet eerily...
Ramqe began to laugh. I know...rest assured I will not harm the weak one. He took something which looked like a sort of alchohalic drink and took a sip. "Cheers".
Khuyt chuckled at the question "if he could fight" <span style='color:green'>Oh i can fight alright... im a trained warrior.. few have beeten me but they were great oponents... i greatly enjoy the fight..</span> he whispered as he chuckled again. He got up and stretched. He watched the rider as he came to a half by them. OOC: BRAIN DEAD!! *falls over*
