<font color='#000000'>OOC- hello everybody BIC- Month - Tria Day - 52 Year - One It was a bright and sunny day above the waters around Bhim and the waters were a bieutiful blue. from Belunga's perspective you could see everything the mountunus peaks of Bhim, the distant speck that was Rjita, and the thing Belunga was looking for ... the familiar glitter of Gid scales. with a large gust of wind from his wings Belunga went into a nose dive towards the tasty meal he loved. He droped 300 gaining speed with every foot until at last he hit the water below with an enourmus SPLASH. With the loud noise the Gid scattered but were no match for the speed Belunga could move at with his large dragon like wings. He quickly caught up to one of the larger ones and grasped it with his long powerfull claws. In  the depths of the ocean by the light of his flaming tail he ate his catch. With his belly full and his eyelids heavy Belunga swam back up to the surface of the water, and spreaded out his massive wing span he began to soake up the sun's heat and began to nap calmly floating on the water. With a large smile on his face i might add.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Another pendragon was here, basking quietly in the sun. His off-white pelt sparkled in the mid-day light as he slowly rose to his feet and stretched. With a lazy grunt, the canid gave a half-hearted shake of his body, scattering the stray grain of sand caught on his wirey fur. It was a lazy day. Looking around, he spotted Belunga, and grinned widely. The male slinked over to him, shades hiding whatever purpose his eyes might've held. Upon reaching the other pendragon, he slumped to his haunches with a brisk yawn. "hello there, sir..." Black leathery nose twitched slightly as he gave the air a few cautious sniffs. The male had had plenty of experience in reading both creatures /and/ scents... enough to rely on hunches a good percentage of the time. This fellow, he smelled of salt water.. and Gid. His movements had the sluggish signature of being full up... and his wings looked well-built.. enough to swoop down at high speeds and grab soemthing... "So... enjoy your meal?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>OOC- i dont get why the post showed up in a black font color... BIC Belunga hearing the voice of the other pendragon opened one eye slowly. "It was most pleasurable to my hungry tummy" he said, whyle sitting up and streatching out his powerful wings. Belunga tryed looking into the pendragon's eyes to no avail and said "and how might i ask are you on this fine and sunny day?" Belunga not knowing what to expect from this Pendragons sudden and mysterious intrusion on his nap readyed his wings and claws for a battle, but showed no sign of his suspicion. Belunga beeing a fairly nice guy figured maybe this Pendragon could be friendly enough to talk to. He didn't want to show any form of hostility so he nodded his head in a slight bow.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"><tr><td> <font size="1" face="verdana"> 00C- Black is the default color... to change yours, go to Your Control Panel, then Personal Info, then Edit Profile, and scroll to the bottom, where there will be a drop-down bar. Select the color you want your posts to be from here and submit it. Hope I could be of some help. 1C+ Hype nodded, but not forcefully enough to budge the shades blocking his eyes. "I'm doing fine, thank you for asking..." With a turn of the head, he motioned towards the water, sparkling now with the sunlight. "I suppose you fish, then? How do you like that?" He paused. "Fishing, I eman. How do you like it.?" The male had his own pair of wings... but they were a dulled gray, and hung limply against his back. The feathers seemed like they would fall out with every movement, as the crooked shape to them gave the impression that a baby could snap them with ease. He was a cripple. The male seemed to think for a moment while awaiting an answer... and decided to give his name. "I'm Ryans. Hype Ryans." </font> </ttr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>Not too far down the shoreline, another pendragon was enjoying the cool clear water. She stood silently, gawking at the two males. Her nose twisted up and her ears flicked back when she saw Belunga's display inot the water and she even watched him below the surf. She said nothing, even though she wasn't all that far away from the two. Instead, she stood, tail stiff, and wings casually flopped across her back, the whole time with the look of detest. Misty wasn't like other pendragons. She didn't eat meat. It was strange for a pendragon not to eat meat, considering they were built so well to hunt. Misty's build was purely for swimming. Large webbed feet, wings useless for flying, yet used for gaining incredable speeds under the surf. Her tail was her most proud feature. Long and shapped like a wolf's tail, but flat as a board. She used her tail for manuvering through the water. She could turn on a dime and not disturb the kelp beneithe her. She certainly was an unusual pendragon, but unique in her own way. In a huff, Misty turned her back to the boys, and padded a ways down the beach. Her tail swished behind her in an almost entrancing dance. When she felt she had gone far enough, she sat back on her haunches and stared coldly at the mountains. She had no wish to fly, but she did wish to see them up close. However, she would miss the ripple of the water, and on land, she was anything but at home.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>OOC- THANK YOU BIC- Belunga finaly gave up trying to look in Hype's eyes, smiled, and said "well nice to meet you Hype my name is Belunga of the Oakenblade family and yes i love fishing it is what i do"... A little bit of movement caught Belungas eye and he looked to the side in time to se a female Pengragon walts away. She had the most seductive hip movement that belunga's jaw dropped and he almost began to drool. Belunga quickly noticed that he had been... Distracted and went back to his conversation with Hype "yes as i was saying it is what i do best" Belunga still a little bit drownsy from his meal and his nap ley out a large yawn (of which had a hint of a dragons roar in it) and blinked several times before continuing. "So what kind of hobbies do you have?" Belunga asked with a smile. But he still had the vision of that amzing pendragon etched in hid mind. Specificaly the shape of her tail he knew that had to be for swimming.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana"> "Really? I despise fishing." Hype smiled at Belunga in the most cheerful way possible. He too, didn't hunt... though he did eat meat at times. However, he preferred not to, as blood tasted way too metallic for comfort to him, plus it was just disgusting. He wasn't a scavenger or anything... Hype actually preferred what one would call crap food. This might've explained his lanky build: rather than being grossly muscular or fat, Hype had been rather slim for as long as he could remember. There had been an instance when a lady had asked him what was his secret, to which he had informed her of his peculiar diet. After that, the lady became quite, well, unladylike and he had had to slink out with his tail between his legs, sick of the insults and flying objects. Hype noticed, suddenly, that Belunga had become distracted. He followed his companion's gaze, and caught a glimpse of the nameless female as she had walked off... most probably, he guessed, as disgusted at the catch as he was. With a light slap across the cheek, Hype brought Belleh back to him, and shook a finger at the fisherman for being so weakened simply by the lady's swaying hips. "Keep your concentration here... Females will ultimately be your destruction." </table></font>
<font color='#810541'>Misty had the feeling of eye on the back or her head.... or other parts. She casually glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Hype snap Belunga back into reality. She noticed the shake of the finger, and even from a distance the look in Belunga's eyes. Misty fluffed the fur on her back down. She was a little troubled by the gawking male, but still couldn't imagine, going up to him to say something... after all... his breath would reek of Gid. Misty turned to the water at the point. She had her little stroll down the beach, and it was now time for her to return to her home. With a few bounds, Misty was flapping her wings against the waves. She waved her tail back and forth to keep her steady, and finally dove under. She held her breath a good ten minutes before resurfacing. She didn't need to kick her legs like mad as she has witnessed most pendragons do to keep afloat. She simply lifted her wings out of the water, and brought them back down, capturing air under the scaley flaps. She continued wagging her tail, but slowly now. A grin crossed over her face as she felt the beads of water run down her chin. This was Misty's home.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana"> As Hype waited for a response from Belunga, he noticed Misty watching them from the corner of his eye. He could only guess what she was thinking, but had a good idea. However, he did hope she wouldn't come over to them.. A thought considered, perhaps, silly to most other males, but the smarter side of the sexes ((>D)) had been torturing Hype all his life. Even as a young-un, his own Mother had constantly been on his tail (at times, literally), always picking at his actions and criticizing his way of thinking and basically not letting him do anything. And anyways, if she was thinking what he /thought/ she was thinking, and she did come over, it would make for an awkward situation. And he despised awkward situations. However, contrary to his expectations, the female didn't come to teach them a lesson. Instead, she turned, and dived into the water, thereupon disappearing. Hype blinked, and she still wasn't there, shook his head, and still nothing. Only awhile later did she break surface again... yet her agility amazed Hype, intrigued him. He even felt a little jealous, for he himself had never really adapted well to any environment, save land. He did, at times, feel cheated, it was as if he was meant to fly, but couldn't because of some sick turn of fate. All his life he had beleived that he /wasn''t/ born with crippled wings, but had attained the setback through some freak accident.. or something. And as if not being able to soar through the skies wasn't enough, the useless limp things had also proven to be an annoyance in the water, making him quite awkward in any aquatic environment. And, once again... he /hated/ being awkward. But this pendragon had made it look so easy. And, as he stood there, gazing at her in awe, Hype realized that now it must've looked as if /he/ were gawking as well. Upon coming to this realization, he quickly snapped back into form, peering intently at Belunga. </table></font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked at Hypes face as it followed the female throught the water. Belunga fell over laughing in his deafeningly loud dragon roar. Belunga then smoothly walked over to the nearest hunk of drift wood, picked it up and started whittling with his long claw. he was making something of which he wasent quite shure what it would be, but it was nice to geet the feel of gid scales out from under his claws. He then for the first time realised Hypes wings they looked crippled or hurt. "say what happened to yer wings? did you mess them up in a fight?" he asked as he sat down with the little piece of wood.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">Hype's eyes followed Belunga's movements, brow furrowed in stern criticism. "You have lots of tact.. I did.. hurt them.. It wasn't in a fight." And he ended it right there, because the truth was that, even at 2700, almost 2800, years of age... he still didn't like talking about it much... However, as Hype stared at the ground, he realized he was probably coming off to Belunga as an unsocial bastard, and so cleared his throat and restated. "Er, you see... I don't particularly remember.. Dad always said I was traumaticied and that's why I don't recall, Mum always said I was just born that way... But I don't see either of them that much anymore." He paused, then added, "What about your folks?" </font></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>Misty gazed over at the males again. It was about time to either go over and say hi, or leave. She didn't want to seem rude, but Misty still wasn't sure if she wanted to go talk to them or not. Well leaving would be downright rude. I s'pose that is outta the question. Welp', only one thing ta do then. Misty swam with the surf and padded up on shore. Starting at her nose, Misty shook the water off of her fur. She shook her head then her shoulders, then her rump and finally her tail. Misty raised a paw and cleansed it with her rough tounge. When she was done smoothing down her fur and cleaning her paws, Misty trotted back down the beach to where Belunga was clawing at a peice of driftwood. Well I think that there wood is already dead. Misty spoke with a strong southern accent, and just a little bit of sarcasm. She had a smirk on her face and a hint of humour in her eyes.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">Hype's eyebrows shot up as he watched the female come out of the water. That's it, she was coming, she was coming and she was going to KILL THEM for killing fish. Even though he didn't kill any fish. She would still kill him, because he had watched Belunga kill fish, /and/ he had watched her.. er... SWIM. Yes, must be it. Trembling ever so slightly, Hype poked Belunga, and pointed at the nearing pendragon. As he did, she started to shake. Water scattered off of her, peppering the sands around her feet. Hype, mistaking this for some kind of threat, shrunk back, ears flattened against his skull. Misty drew closer.. closer.. and then.. she spoke. "Well I think that there wood is already dead." Hype blinked once at her comment. A moment passed, in which he turned the situation over in his mental paw of sorts, scrutinizing the best thing to do here. By the time he had decided to humour her, he found that he was already snortling, holding back the laughter bubbling just at the back of his throat. Glancing to Belunga, Hype finally let his shades shift, revealing the most oddly paired eyes... One raging, stormy blue sapphire, and one shining, earthly emerald. Together, they clashed, and made his face look chaotic. However, with one brisk head movement, the sun caught off the glasses and glared, blocking any further clear view of them. After his chortling had subsided, Hype turned to Misty and nodded a greeting. "Er.. hey.. You are very right, Miss, the wood is very dead. Or... it's zombie wood... now /that's/ scary." </font></table></font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked at Hype wondering why he had to bring up parents. He continued to whittle the hell out of the piece of driftwood he had. he figured that Hype deserved an answer for the explination he gave Belunga. so he said "my mother and father were killed in a hurricane whyle fishing. I never knew them verry well but they managed to teach me how to swim before they died." He had an uneasy feeling whenever he thought about his parents death. He then looked up and saw the female coming towards them he huridly grabbed one of the hurbs nearby that smelled nicely and stuffed it into his mouth. he did this because he could still tast the gid in his mouth and figured it had been killing Hype this whole time. (Ya thats it better breath for Hype). He then looked down and saw what he had carved unconciously. It was a perfect replica of the female pendragons figure. Seeing that the most Bieutiful pendragon he had ever seen was coming over to him he didnt want to feel embarased so he shoved the sculpture behind his back. and put on his most convincing fake smile hoping that she wouldent see it. And then he huridly spit out the herbs in his mouth into his other hadnd and tossed them into the bush. ohhhh i hope she likes me</font>
<font color='#810541'>The female pendragon looked at each of the males. One looked like he had ants in his pants, and the other seemed to be hiding something. Fear swept over Misty like a blanket. The first thing that came to Misty's mind was that these two pendragons knew who she was. They knew her last name, therefore knew that her father was a follower of Terez. Misty slowly took a step back. Her feet sunk into the sand, and she was suddenly very aware that her beloved water was just out of reach. If either of the two males decided to turn hostile, they would surely be able to catch Misty before she got her paws wet. Misty was nothing on land. Because she had big feet, running was basicly a clumsy stumble. Neither Belunga nor Hype had said anything when she arrived. Misty flicked her wings, even though she was uncapable of flight, she could still jump fairly high. As Misty thought out plans to escape, none of the three pendragons bothered to make conversation. There was just an akward silence.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">Hype, not getting an answer from the female, furrowed his brow in concern. His eyes shifted towards the sculpture held behind Belunga's back, then rolled at the pure futility of it all. Poor Belunga, so deranged... As he saw her take a step back, he relaxed, thinking that maybe she was more scared of them... then they were of her? It was a long shot, but there was only one thing stronger than his fear of females: his hate of awkwardness. "'Scuse me, Miss. I'm Hype, and this is Belunga. We just met a few moments ago... I couldn't help but notice your... /talent/. Tell me, were you raised in the water?" </font></table></font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked at the females scared look on her face and quickly put both hands in front of in and started shaking them saying "no no no dont be scared". then he realised he was holding the sculpture in front of him and quickly hid it again. His cheeks went red and rosie as he blushed. He was so embarased he wrapped his enourmus wings around him in a cocoon like shape and left a little crack so he could still see. all the whyle thinking of an excuse for the sculpture. STUPID STUPID STUPID BELUNGA THESE FISH ARE MAKING YOUR BRAIN SOGGY He then looked at the sculpture inside his cocoon by the light of his taill. Wondering how he managed to carve something so amazing when he had never even scribbled a picture in his life.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">Hype blinked, and raised one eybrow at Belunga's actions. Wow.. the female really /was/ making him insane.. getting him so worked up over a silly statue-thingie... He took a step closer to the big shell that now was Belunga, and rapped lightly on it. "Belunga.. Belunga, come out! You're being weird..." Hype glanced at Misty, and shrugged, showing that he didnt have any idea, either. And.. and. this message needs to be longer. I LIKE THE COLOR BLOO. o____o and Hype does, too. Fin! </font></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>Misty eased up a bit when Hype introduced himself and Belunga. She still feared they knew something, and remained tensed. Misty wasn't sure what to do next. They call me Misty and as a matter of fact, I was raised in the - Misty was cut short by Belunga's voice. Misty hadn't realized that she had a terrified look on her face. Belunga's words made Misty start, but it wasn't enough to make her turn tail and run. But With both of Belunga's hands in clear view now, Misty got a good look at the sculpture before Belunga realized that he was still holding it. Is... is that me? But why... Misty was confused. Why did this male make a sculpture of her. It was very detailed aswell. But Misty's thoughts stayed in mid sentence. Even though Misty lived in the water, she knew a few tricks that could be counted as sorcery or magic. It occured to her that the firgure that Belunga had widdled could be a... ...voo doo doll!!! I swear to god I am not a follower of Terez! I-I-I respect the Graders and I... Misty stammered out a few words before fear got the better of her. With a quick turn, Misty took off down the beach, but not for the water. Misty's feet kicked up sand as she drew nearer to her destinatin. The forest.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">Hype blinked once, and, before he could even consider doing it, he was already taking off after her. Running was one thing he was good at... he had been doing it all his life. With every long stride, he tore out at the ground with his forepaws, claws grasping the earth forcefully, pulling himself forward, while his hind legs swung up behind him and launched him off the ground again. His movements were swift, and before long he was catching up to her. Hype glanced behind him at Belunga for a moment, then turned back towards his target. As he ran, he managed to shout, slightly hoarse as he was somewhat out of breath, "MISS! Where are you going?!?" </font></table></font>
