<font color='#FF7F00'>[timestamp] Day : 48th Month : Tria Year : Year 81377 [ic] A muffled clatter could have been heard from deep within a pile of rubble - a fitting scene for such a character to be slinking about in. Scattered bits of machinery, once hailed as the pinnacle of society, lay in ruins about a small, strange glow - a pendragon, it seemed - curled tailtip to nose in a deep yet uneasy sleep. Somewhere nearby, a severed steam pipe gasped in agony, releasing a large plume of smokey-white vapor which quickly dispersed in the light breeze. The darkness of night was thick, yet emergency lights from inside the building remained lit still - a testament to the technical acuteness of whoever it had been who had once lived here. The lights were red, as was the standard in those days, as to not cause one's eyes to maladjust to the darkness, although darkness could no longer be found within this old building, as its new occupant brought with him his own shade of light that cast dancing shadows about the room in which he had lived for almost a year, surviving off food and rations abandoned in haste. Though determined to leave at one point, any attempts had failed - steps toward his asylum's only exit caused fear to ball up as a lump in his throat, and second thoughts were made in haste. He awoke to soft scurrying sound. In a groggy haze, he raised his head and glanced about - in the pale red light of the room the form of some small creature could be seen - what it was he did not know, but it had been many days since his last meal and the small male was quite hungry. With haste he sprung to his feet and gave chase, almost catching his future meal - but, in a moment of confusion, he slipped on a large slick of an oil-like substance that had continuously leaked from a pipe somewhere near the ceiling - a ceiling vaulted so high that the pendragon had never actually seen to its top through the thick, murky darkness. His slide continued uncontrollably until he smashed into a wall at a reasonably high velocity with a flurry of electric sparks. A low rumble could be heard from a large pipe behind him, and the below him, the screeching of poorly-maintained machinery coming to life could be heard. Dark pistons all around him began pulsing in a singular synchronized motion and pipelines all about began to gurgle, strange liquids spraying everywhere through various holes in the pipe's structure. And suddently, accompanied by the horrific noise of tearing metal, the gigantic pipe behind him began to move. At first it was quite a slow movement, almost beautiful in its eeriness - tipping towards the center of the room, wires all along the outside of the large pipe began to snap and break, showering sparks all about the petrified male. As it began to pick up velocity, the pipe itself began to tear, spraying in to the air fine mist, accompanied by the strangest of smells - one that made the male feel lightheaded and dizzy. The spray continued to widen until a wire, still sparking from being severed, came in contact with the stream of strange liquid and... Frisky's fear of the stairs was instantly cured and he was now bounding up them at full speed, the rickety starecase shaking and tearing of the wall mere inches behind him under the intense heat of the fireball that was slowly rising from the center of the room. His muscles began to weaken as he became drenched with sweat from exertion and the extreme temperatures. He bounded outside of his former home, running as far as he could before he could no longer move his legs. A look over his shoulder brought together the mortifying events of the night, and as he began contemplating his possible fate, the true horror of what he had just experienced sunk in. The pendragon, now weak and shivering, promptly emptied his stomach of whatever small morsels happened to be inside it, and everything went black.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Yet another young pendragon was transversing the ruins today. This 'dragon was Quxx Fucajkhutaj. His bright blue eyes watched the nimbus clouds roll by. Webbed paws gripped the old machina, granting the male quick pace, which inturn, caused his scales to ripple and flow like water. A gust of wind blew past Quxx, chilling his bones and ruffling his hair and fins (though he had to admit, the cold breeze was quite welcome after treking trough the landscape), but it brought something else along with it. A faint noise of another Pendragon. In all haste, the little 'dragon ran to the rubble heap of wich the sound orginated from, tailflame whipping in the wind. Once he found the sorce, he searched the rubble heap for the Pendragon that must be creating it. Peering into an opening that barely allowed him clear vison of the inside, Quxx spotted another male, engrossed it what had to be a nightmare. Quxx watxhed dumbfounded, not knowing if he should try to wake the other or if he should wait for the 'dragon to wake up on his own.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>The 'dragon would not have to wait long for an answer to his unspoken question - moments after his arrival, the strange, shimmering form began to stir, first rising on its front legs, then shaking its head out rapidly - a pathetic attempt at shaking off the fogginess in his vision and dull pain at the base of his skull. He rose to all four paws, stumbling quite a bit as his muscles slowly rejuvinated themselves, his strength returning to him accompanied by the intense heat of blood now coarsing through his veins once again. With a strong sense of determination, he spread his wings weakly behind him - now would be his time to make an escape to a new home - preferrably one not as volatile. Finding a nearby sprocket an appropriate launching place, he extended his wings fully and heaved them back in a single, fluid motion, launching himself in to the air - and falling flat on his face. Time had already played cruel tricks on the young 'dragon - it seemed as though the pendragon had forgotten how to fly. A sudden, slight noise somewhere nearby caught his attention quickly, and the male meekly uttered his first word in nearly a year - <span style='color:white'>"Hello?"</span> The solitary word rolled off his tongue with the faintest hint of an unplacable accent [OOC: British. ] - but was answered with silence. He quickly caught himself though - there were none of his kind here. He was sure of it. Or was he?</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'><table width=320> Character:: Adathiel Telepathy:: { Italics and seperators. } Speech:: "Bold and quotations." Thoughts:: Italics <HR width=200> Pendragon of cobalt painted pelt traversed throughout the abandoned remains of machina. Its ivory tipped and navy colored wings were folded to its side as taciturn pawsteps escorted it lithely over impeding objects. Lustrous, violaceous oculars were wide with curiousity and excitement. The end of her tail was free of any flame, marking her as the fairer of the sexes. The last thing noticed about her was the sun-like brand upon her left haunch. Cat-shaped auditives swung forward, as loud crashing noises broke the loud silence of the region. Her orbs swung about, trying to place the location of the racket. Hesitant steps brought her forward a few feet, as the femme tried to decide whether she should investigate or not. With a graceful shrug of the shoulder blades, she traveled forward, using her acute ears to lead her across the terrain t'ward the origin of the noise. After crossing several deserted areas, she came across a small male digging through some rubble. Tilting her cranium to the side, she padded quietly up to him. Her acute ears could pick up the quiet movements of another nearby, the spreading of wings, and then the thump when his wings didn't catch enough air to raise him. Her plated orbs couldn't find the source of the noise, but she figured it was close by. Blinking at the male in front o' her, she asked, "Whatcha doin'?" </table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Approaching out of the blinding dunes of sand, another dagon of some sort wanders aimlessly without any guidences through this hellish like place. Stops for a moment and lies down on the cool sand as she feels her skin become a bit drier. "I must find some water and shade before this heat kills me...", coughs heavy and shakes a bit of sand from her fish-like skin. She was an aqua based 'dragon with a large fin on her sky blue backside and smaller fins between her toes on her paws, also a shark like fin on her tail. One fin about a foot long lies against her head relaxed and dried out from the rising heat. Stands up from the sand and continues on her way blinded and hot into the desert. Slowly raises her slightly dried ears and calls out for someone to call her in return to someplace away from the heat.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Ears picking up the faint cry from within, Quxx answers, "Hello! Hello! Why are you down there? Need some help or some thing?" Fearing the echo might cause confusion, the male took his tailflame to use as a becon. the 'dragon waved the blue-white Fronima to and fro in a attempt to attract the attention of the other inside. Totally ingrossed in the activity, he almost didn't notice the female behind him. Leaving the end of his tail inside the opening, Quxx turned around to answer her question. "Yes, well...ummm...you see, there's a Pendragon inside these ruins. Well, that's the whole of it." He added the last part in a sheepish grin.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>I'm hearing things. He was positive. Nobody could live here - he'd spent nearly a year among these ruins with no sign of possible companions. Nobody could live hear. Yet he had heard the voice plain and clear. Furthermore, a level above him, he could a tailflame shimmering in the inky darkness of the night. Was this truly another pendragon he saw? A smile crossed his face, but he was quick to attempt to push his emotions below his facade of strength - something he was unsure he even had left in him. He sprung to his feet and cast a spunky grin upward at the newcomer, spitting out a reply with his rough yet childish-sounding cockney accent, <span style='color:white'>"I'm plenty fine on my own!"</span> He then attempted to climb up the near sheer wall of rubble seperating him from his would-be rescuer - quickly realizing it was of no use, he grunted softly. Asking for help was arguably his least favorite activity. <span style='color:white'>"On second thought, mate, I just may need a lick of help, I seem to be... stuck."</span> The hopelessness of the word quickly sunk in and the male fell to a canine-esque sitting position on the rough, battered ground of the ruins, a pouting expression dominating his maw. In a vain attempt to avoid the effect of looking completely hopeless, he began mulling about as if looking for something...</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Hears the faint sound of voices off in the distances then a rush of somewhat happiness comes over her. She picks up her pace of walking and goes into a kind of jog. Closes her eyes slightly as the wind begins to blow again.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Ma'heono- just Ono, if you please. Amidst the rubble and ruin dwells another creature, crouching in the shadow of a rusted steel vehicle, ferns growing inside of its scattered rubber wheels, its oxidized axle protruding from the ground several feet away. A pair of pointed eyes peer outward from the shadow, keeping watch over their graveyard of mobile craft on the edge of this ruined industrial zone. Crickets sound their melodies as night falls, and other creatures of the night begin to emerge, rustling through the trash and refuse that litters the doomed streets and alleys. The pair of eyes blink, and teeth glitter in a Cheshire smile beneath them. A body undulates behind these features– small, yet agile and well muscled besides, with short, matted fur. The creature is dark in colour– a striking metallic hue of deep cobalt, streaked with dingy gray– dirt rather than actual hue, and a cherry red lock of hair that fell beside her snout, set in a permanent cocky grin. The being emerges from its hiding spot, bright, keen eyes searching out a meal, stepping lightly. She picks out her prey– a large rat, living in the sewers by day, but emerging at twilight to forage in the dump behind the abandoned vehicle lot. Suddenly, a massive explosion knocks the pendragon aside, her supper escaping in relieved fright. Â Her head strikes a shard of steel, and her vision dims for scant seconds before she rights herself, not significantly injured. Seeing the flames she raises her nose to the air, blood welling form a small cut at the back of her skull, and wonders if anything edible might lie dead from the explosion, willing to venture an exploration to sedate her ever present yearning for food. As she navigates the remains of the destroyed plant (or factory or military base or whatever it is) the young female sees a strange glow emanating from with a pile of rubble. Upon further inspection she views a group of creatures a little ways away, observing this phenomena. She swaggers into the debris zone with a slight air of superiority and confidence, as well as a hefty dose of curiosity. “What in hell…” Her sentence goes unfinished as the burning building catches her attention. “Woah.” Her voice is plagued with a lowborn accent, her vocabulary riddled with swears and slang learned from the cons and rogues, her only real teachers. Her gaze returns to the pair, and she gives the nearby creatures an appraising glance as her flameless tail curls around her back legs to obscure her bare hind– the orphan has no birth tattoo, and is determined to hide such embarrassing facts from these strangers. She turns from them quickly, pride taking a backseat to curiosity, and peers into the fluorescing hole. There she spots another male, bewildered, shaken, possibly injured. “You okay, hun? You hurt? You had better get outta there before you catch fire.” Her intelligent navy eyes blink in his diffusing glow, and she cocks her dark head, smiling in as close to a friendly manner as she can manage, hoping, against the tendencies of her tough attitude, that he is not badly injured. Climbing halfway into the hole, she extendes a paw with which to help him from his prison, a rare courteous gesture.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>The day, it had seemed, could not have been any more eventful - and then, yet another thread was wound into the fabric of the events unfolding all about him. A new face had been added in to the equation - a face that seemed to mirror his in so many respects. A face seeming eerily familiar, yet strange and distant at the same time. Theirs seemed to be an unspoken and unknown bond - one tied by the dirt and oil streaked through and clumped in their fur. A second glance at the posture of the new 'dragon shed light upon what set this train of thought in motion - her stance. He could now see through the subtleties of her posture that she, in fact, was an orphan as well, lacking in the markings of a proper, dignified birth - a street rat. Her shamefully-curved tail had finally betrayed her to him. A sly grin crossed his face - maybe friendship, contrary to his original beliefs, was what he needed at the moment - and it might just be reaching its paw out to help. Contemplation lasted a few brief moments more, and after asessing the relative safety of the situation, he determined that trusting the stranger was his best bet. Extending a shaky paw to her, he pulled himself shakily from his former home. Looking back over his shoulder, he gave a passing sigh. <span style='color:white'>"Life's cruel, innit? All this over dinner and I 'un even catch the bugger."</span> He cast a glance in the direction the other 'dragons present, partly longing for more companions, but partly wishing to remain as tough as he thought he seemed. His legs still felt weak and he returned to a sitting position with another, softer sigh of relief. <span style='color:white'>"You all did a well good job of finding me... thanks."</span> His attention then turned to Ono. <span style='color:white'>"And just who might you be?"</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>Ma'heono The little blue-chrome 'dragon snorts at his intrusion of her carefully woven privacy. The quick exhalation blows the black and red streaks in her matted hair into the smoggy air, where they hover for a moment before floating back down over her piercing blue eyes. "Depends on who's askin." She pauses, appraising the rumpled creature in his oversized cap, wondering what manner of Pendragon he might be, living in soitary confinement in this technological dump. <p> Laughing silently, she answers her own question. Same kinda 'dragon I am, duh. She emits an aggrivated sigh, tossing her head to remove the hair from her eyes in an almost flirtatious motion. "Name's Ono. And you are...?</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>"Depends on who's askin'?" Did she seriously think she'd get away with that? A lack of proper courtesy and respect was something the male did not take kindly to - even though his appearance would suggest he deserved none. Careful to control his anger he waited a moment, considering his options - alienate a possible future ally or swallow his undeserved pride and accept what was being said? Per usual, his inner struggle solved itself - something in the way the female carried herself attracted his attenton - and she seemed to soften up a bit. Likewise, his inner rage over trivial things subsided quickly and he leveled his head for a reply. <span style='color:white'>"You can call me Fri... er... 'Ductor. That's what most people used to call me."</span></font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'><table width=320> Character:: Adathiel <B>Telepathy::[/b] { Italics + Seperators. } Speech:: "Bold + Quotations." Thoughts:: Italics <HR Width=200> Curiousity tinged this femme's lustrous, lavender splashed orbs and her auditives were perched forward 'pon her cranium. She blinked those wonderously wide and innocent eyes at the 'dragons, the female who had just appeared, and the male who had been helped from the hole. Despite the message her visage might send, Adathiel was no innocent, and she could tell these two led a hard life. She didn't lead the easy life some pendragons did, but even now, she longed for a bath in the river that was far from her. On impulse, the female had traveled here from the jungle in Watani, having wished for an adventure. Well, here it was. The cobalt pelted female folded her back pistons into a sitting position, curling her flameless serpentine whip 'round her front paws. Visage was serene and calm, though openly curious, once again giving the impression of a young, innocent nioti. Her crania was tilted to the side slightly, accenting her curiousity. Her wings settled against her sides, after being shook out to relieve it of dust and sand. She made no move to introduce herself or speak, letting people ignore her as they pleased as she watched the dialogue pass between them. Adathiel was used to society overlooking her, after all. In fact, sometimes she had welcomed it. Her father had raised her that way, ignoring her when he didn't need to take out his anger upon her person. Her brother, older than herself, had often rejected her as well. He had looked up to Kaen. Milal, the eldest sibling of three, was the only one who didn't take her presence for granted and cared for her. It was he she had been waiting for for over a year. </table></font>
<font color='#000080'>Ma'heono Who does this guy think he is? Ono noticed 'Ducter's irritated expresion, and her scaly nose wrinkles in annoyance. Just becasue he was willing to pass out his name to any who might pass did not mean that she was as free with her own alias. She considered telling him off aloud, but felt uncomforatble making a scene in front of so many other strangers, who's curious stares made her visibly uncomfortable. Outwardly, she simply smiled, giving no indication of any animosity. She didn't need this male's respect, and if he was going to get cocky with her, when she has shown him nothing but kindness so far, he could burn to death back in that hole for all she cared. Not that she DID care. Ono cooly tossed her head again, and let no shed of annoyance or irritation touch her face, which was permanently twisted in a slightly mischievous smile. "No need to get pissy, 'Ductor. A girl's gota be careful." </font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>The femme dragon gets to the fairly standing ruins and sits down breathing lightly as she sits there. Stares about with bluish eyes, searching for the signs of the known life that she felt. Shakes her ehad slowly and looks down at her forepaws as they bleed slightly from the running in the ruff sand. "Guess...that I was wrong about the life about here after all." Winces in pain then leans her head down to her paws, licks them slowly as she listens for movement.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>She can be a powerful ally. She's just like you in every respect. Through his anger, the male repeated these words to himself over and over again. He had no reason to be mad - were he in her position, he would be saying the same things. Yet his false sense of pride came back to haunt him, crippling him and preventing him from properly controlling his mind under the situation. Yet, was he truly angry? He wasn't sure if he was. His anger felt strange - there was something about it that made him feel as if he could not truly be mad at the femme - something he caught in her eyes that said "We're both in the same boat here." And that they were. His mind made up, he donned a coy grin and shot back a reply. <span style='color:white'>"Yes, I guess you must. There's quite a few dangerous characters out here, lass, and you'll find yourself staring danger spot-on if you don't know your way around - so I suggest maybe we stick together - team up, eh?"</span></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>A hot wind blew throug the machina gaveyard as Ono tilted her reptilian head to stare at the male with a beady ice blue eye. His offer seemed just a mite suspicious, and she didn't trust easily. Her bladed tail twitched as she considered, using her meager psychic abiltiy, right of all the distaff gender, to silently judge his intenions. Suprisingly, all she found there were vague waves of frustration and... loneliness? Ono was severly untrained with this skill, and couldn't quite tell. Reluctantly, she released some of her tension and devised a smug reply, which she delivered with a twitch of her cruelly tipped tail. "Why not? You look like you could use a bodyguard." She laughed tossing her head coyly. "Kidding, sugar. Don't flip on me now. Sure, I'm free to hang for a while. Interested in some grub?" </font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>After the trapped Pendragon was set free, Quxx had run off to examine an odd peice of Machina he had spoted, alowing the freed male to have a talk with his rescuer. Yet manily because if something caught that little 'dragon's eye, he'd fight off soulsuckers to see it. Once the odd peice had lost his short attention span (after all, he was no Machina buff, by any means) Quxx returned to the other Pendragons. To his blue-white eyes, the situation was much less complex than it truly was. It seemed the male that was trapped was talking to the cocky blue female, and the other female was watching. Quxx trotted over and sat next to the selient colbat-coloured female. His eyes contained the fire of his distant Dragon sires, so long lost to him by time. He wanted to learn to learn to much about these pendragons he might bu chance, he could probaly ask them questions untill it was Dyo again. Yet his elders taught him to be polite, and he must obey by his elders and never disgrace the Fucakhutaj name, and if anything he duty was to bring pride to it. Yet the little pendragon wriggled in the sands, in an attempt to stop an outburst.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Gets up and goes into the ruins deeper looking for others that she picked up as she was far out away from the place.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'><table width=320> <hr width=200 size=1 color=#ABCDEF>OOC  Character:: Adathiel  Telepathy:: { Italics and seperators.}  Speech:: "Bold and quotations."  Thoughts:: Italics. <HR Width=200 size=1 color=#ABCDEF>BIC Lilac splashed oculars watched the pair's conversation continue with interest. They didn't seem to be getting along well. The other male she saw get up and move off to suspect a dented piece of Machina. It didn't seem to hold his attention for long and she followed his movements as she came to sit next to her. Her innocent eyes narrowed a little, uncertain. Adathiel wasn't very trusting of males, her father had taught her that. However, she put up a friendly front, much more welcoming than she had been when she ran away to live in the jungle of Watani. A brief smile crossed her visage, though it hardly reached her eyes. She would have to work on that. Instead of waiting for him to burst with questions, she began with one of her own. The incredibly anti-social, silent pendragon had changed in this year away from her abusive father. Her brother would be proud when they finally found each other. "Hello." she said. "Whats your name? I'm Adathiel." <hr width=200 size=1 color=#ABCDEF>OOC  Sorry the post's so short and crappy. X.x; Oh, and bloody_bat, your posts are supposed to be at least 6 sentences long.. </table></font>
