<font color='#810541'> There be nothen' wrong with the Graders. I think they do a fine job. It's not like there is anyone else who is qualified for it. Terez... well... Misty stopped. Terez hasn't done anything to harm Misty either, so she couldn't say anything unappropriate about him. She has heard many awful things about him, but then again, there are rumours about the Graders too.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>"So nice that you've had such pleasant expleriences with Graders. Just you watch when you get older and abilities greater, as well as your companions. Then you'll see." This Belunga...does not like me. And likes poking into my past. Not surprised. Rioze stood up straight and looked straight at Belunga. "I see that I'm not welcome here. I might as well leave." Swishing his tail he calmly left leaving the leaves falling behind him.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked at the suspicious looking character and called out wait he had realised what he had just said. you speak as if youve had some experiance with the graders why on earth would they care about a little runt like you? Belunga said whyle remaining in his defencive stance. He had also noticed that with the arrival of this Rioze a dark cloud had moved in over head and brushed it away with his magic.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Rioze glanced askance(sp?) at Belunga. "Oh yes, I've had experiences with the Graders. They haven't bothered me at all, they don't believe me to be a threat yet because of my age. But they have taken my brother." And who knows why...he was barely 2 years old. Not even a trade decided. "As for me, I'm not so much of a "little runt" as you may think. I know enough of poisons to be able to kill a full-grown pendragon in less than a minute. The likelihood of me living too even 6,000 years old isn't very bright."</font>
<font color='#810541'>One of the nice things about Misty is that she chooses to believe nothing until it is proven. She narrowed her eyes and lowered her head towards the younger pendragon. Less than a minute eh? That still isn't quick enough. A 'full-grown' pendragon would be left with enough time to realize what you've done and take your life. Why waste you're time by learning poisons if you fear the Graders. If they are as horrible as you make them out to be, then certainly they would not allow a master with poisons that had a personal grudge against them live for long. I, on the other hand, wouldn't be considered a threat to anyone or anything. I am simply a master at swimming and a journeyman at sing- Misty stopped abruptly, a little embarassed. ...singing. A smile played at the corner of Misty's mouth. She had nothing but respect for the Graders, and believed in her heart that they didn't kill off pendragons that became a threat.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga cocked his eyebrow at hearing about misty beeing able to sing but didnt really know what to say so he walked over beside her and nodded agreeingly after she finished talking. and resumed looking upon Rioze suspiciously.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>"I think I have the ability to be subtle enough to force it down somebody's throat. In fact I just make the poisons." Not that it'll change your opinions of course. He could feel it. The tension in the air. Rioze's muzzle snapped in annoyance. Assumations again. "I'm no master at poisons. Just a mere Journeyman. I believe the Graders are a bit smarter than to be fooled by just one person. What a goody for you, you've got no worries." The sky darkened, as if to agree with his emotions turmoiling inside of him. Rioze almost thought of just making a mist appear to let him go but held it in. He was not letting his emotions rule him here. Not here.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>>>>>>>>>Sub-Character Joining(ooc i have many pendragons so most of them are subcharacters) With all of this talk about the Graders, it was hard not to be a passer-by with Grader for a last name and not listen in. The young female pendragon's ears perked up, and she slowly slinked closer to get a good look at whoever was talking about her family. Rachelle crept down on her belly and nosed her way under some low sprouting foliage. The 1 600 year old was a little weary about creeping around without one of her siblings with her. However Rachelle had become annoyed with the fact that simply because she was the youngest Grader, she had to be watched like a hawk. Misty smirked lightly. She was begining to feel like this little nioti was mocking her. <font color=9900cc> Now who do you sell these poisons too? </font></font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked up and noticed the weather change a little again and with a soft swipe of his paw it was bright and sunny again. He also heard something move in the bush but decided he better keep his mouth shut about it and got ready to protect Misty in case this Rioze had made a plan for a secret attacker. Belunga looked back at Rioze and growled when he snapped his jaws. And all the fur on his back stood up when he insulted Misty. Watch your toungue boy if you want to keep it He said angrily...</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>"Oh, it's quite simple. Whoever buys them at an acceptable price." It was no use. You can't change peoples' minds. Even though Belunga's hostility was slightly alarming he knew what to do. "Why don't you? I'm not the one trying to make a confrontation you know...." Perfect. Rioze's ears flicked to and fro at the rustling from the bushes. Potential ally? Nah. Just another narrow-minded pendragon most likely. No avoiding it. He was never fond of bloodshed. "Since I'm ruining your so cozy session and am clearly not wanted I think I'll leave. Have no time to speak with stereotypical pendragons." Rioze's fire swirled into darkish blue flames. A mist quickly appeared hiding him within their depths. A second later it cleared but Rioze was nowhere to be seen.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Misty's ears flipped back in annoyance. The was something about that young pendragon that was unsettling. She silently sighed with relief as Rioze disappeared. <font color=9900cc> Sorry about all'at. Just somen' about that guy made me... edgey. </font> ********** Rachelle sniffed the air quietly. The younger one was gone, but she senced that he didn't go to far. By this time, it was all too obvious to Rachelle that she had been figured out. The two males became a little more interested in their surroundings, besides their arguement. Rachelle tried to remain as quiet as she could, and she would have made it out of there without being detected, if it were not for the small bushy tailed rodent that scampered right under her nose. Rachelle crinkled her nose, trying to hold it in, but her resistance was futile. With a little less than silent sneeze, the small rodent became quite aware of the immediate danger her was in. With his tail up high, he scampered out from the bushes and ran right between Misty and Belunga. It was instinct that made Rachelle bolt after the rodent. Her sabered canines flashed at the creature, and just after the young pendragon pushed by the two flirts, she clamped down on it. Rachelle felt the warm trickle of newly spilled blood slide down her throat. Satisfied, Rachelle waved her long chinchilla-like tail back and forth. Misty, of course, screamed.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga looked around at the mist and snapped it away and brought the sun into view again using his magic's and jumped when the rodent came flying out of the bush. and gasped when a pendragon came and ate it ummm hello i prefer fish myself but ok He said with a bit of confusion and looking at misty</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Rachelle flinched. Oh yeah... I was spying... duh. She layed her ears flat back on her head and slowly turned around to face the two. Misty watched as the young femme turned around to face them. Misty gasped, horrified at the little pendragon, with the small piece of rodent tail dagling from her mouth. Her two top canines were too long to be kept hidden by her lips. They jutted out along either side of her blood stained chin. Her eyes, bright yellow and flashing with the excitement of the chase. Her tounge exposed itself only long enough to pull the rest of the creature into her mouth, and she swallowed. Mistys stomach lurched, and she turned away. Rachelle licked her lips and cleaned the blood from her chin. Her lips curled up into a friendly smile. <font color=#33ccff> Whoopsies. I'm not interupting anything am I? </font></font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Belunga gaped, unable to turn away as the young pendragon slurped up the remaining limb of the rodent. The thought of something with fur, squirming about in his mouth sent a chill up and down Belunga's back. Once the wretchid thing had been gobbled up, Belunga eased up a little. He lifted his right paw, and waved in a welcoming gesture at the newcomer. He curled back his lips and spoke, his words teaming with sarcasm, Oh no all are welcome come one come all Belunga's shoulders drooped and he shifted his weight uncomfortably. He fluttered his wings, and by doing so, noticed that the claws that nestled on the tips of his wings scratched up the dirt. Ah something to take my mind off of Misty. I finally meet a female that I like and seems to have interest in me, and every two seconds we are distracted by some stupid nioti with a bug up it's ass. Belunga wondered if he would ever be able to make a move on the femme he desired. He lifted his left wing, for its size it was strikingly light, and began to doodle in the dirt. He tried to make it obvious to the young pendragon that he was growing restless.</font>
<font color='#736AFF'>Etincelle decided it was time to make her entrance. She had found the pendragon she had been looking for. This job will be easy , she thought, Hopefully... This was her first real job in what seemed like ages. Etincelle enjoyed her job, she had eversince she was 1000. She was now 1400. After this job, I shall head off to to Borejos Sudesha and find my parents... If they are still alive. She had been watching long enough to see four pendragons speaking, one leaving, apparently not well at ease with the others and the the interruption of a youn pengdragon, who, she knew, was a Grader. She jumped off the tree she had been standing on, opened her wings a few meters above the ground and landed gracefully. She was small, looked frail, and yet was one of the best hunters for her age. Her long legs allowed her to reach great speads and her wings gave her many an advantage over her prey. Her swimming however, wasn't as great. She could swim if she had to, not very fast. She despised water and all seafood. She was of a blueish grey with long wings, a strange spiral blue shape on her forehead, heavy golden bracelets around her forelegs, necks and backlegs and a glowing navy blue gem between her ears. She approached them, trying to look confident. All but maybe Rachelle were older than her. She felt ill at ease. I hear all are welcome and all can come? Well I am here. My name is Etincelle and my trade is hunting, she lied, Pleased to meet you, may I know your names? As you might have guess, I am not a native, and am a bit lost here... One of the males looks very very annoyed. My fault? Nevermind, he probably was trying something on that female there (she looked a Misty) ... Don't worry lad, I wont disturb you much longer ... I hope.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Feraliik laughed quietly inside his own head, approaching the group slowly from quite a distance. His pace concerned him little, as he had come to accept this particular downfall early on, and besides, sometimes it was best to have the distance. Especially in these lands. A quick glance at the water, and he smiled to himself again, proud to carry the name of a Pendragon, anywhere he might be. He slowed his pace further as he came closer to the group, and then stopped himself, still about fifty feet away. Any one of them could quickly close that distance had they so chosen, but for him, this slight lead was a nessesity. He could not consider himself a spy, but more an observer. He found he had been doing quite a bit of that recently. His arms folded across his chest as he stood here, "observing" quietly.</font>
