Ruen Leithen walked slowly below an abyss of of trees. His long wet hair lathered his warm body, cooling him quite well. The past three days had been scorching sun drenching the ground in with a heat unbearable to withstand. He walked slowly feeling the rain smimmer on his thick coat of fur. slightly sighing, he rested his paws on a soaked rock and slept there, for hours, Finally relaxed. His blood fresh back had felt like it was boiling in the heat for hours. The rain relaxed him. The sound of it hitting the ground and tree tops had been perfect. The sun was now gone, and it wasnt comming back for a long time. In the middle of his rest, he opened his eyes and stood to his feet and looked around, letting out a yawn, he looked up to see smoldering death clouds getting ready to unleash a powerful hail storm like no other he had encountered. Thunder began to roll in the distance, the pauses between them had stopped. He made his way into a tree trunk right as the hail decided to pour down on the trees. He heard everything get louder and louder all around him. Looking around, scared and shivering he heard a series of growls behind him he turned and looked into the darkness. His eyes began to glow as they adapted to the darkness around the tree Who is there? He began to step deeper into the tree which seemed to desend underground.
[OOC]name:vollnyymt age:24 trades: suductress and herbal specilist. the seductress steped out of the shadows. now you would be scared of me now wound you? helpless little me? she looked at him inoccently and walked up to him she hiped swaying back and forth. she was wearing a black dress today. she looked up at him with her dark blue eyes. her dark purple tipped eyes twiched at the sound of the thunder. the tip of her claws touched his cheek and traced a line to his neck then to his shoulder. she shook out her dark red hair that was now soaked along with the rest of her. the storm looks nasty doen't it? she said moving her eyes off him to the sky. she knew that this would work on most men. she had only met one her charms hadn't worked with and he was a demon.
Timestamp??? The pup shook off her thick pelt haughtily...the rain came suddenly and she was caught in it. Startled, she ran fo rthe closest area...and found there that she was not the only one... Her eyes were rich blue, sunk deep within the soul. Her fur was a colour so dark it was astounding...the thick wings dragged heavily on the ground...her ears were so large, abt-like and mysterious...she was a funny sort, beautiful, but funny. And she stopped at the tree and eyed the two whose presence were already there... She had the looks about her, the sort that made people pity her. Where was her mother? Why was she alone? But her look was so pityful, not even asking to be helped, but was so startled by the presence of the others she just sat there, dumbfounded, bewildered...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>TIMESTAMP ~ 40, Tessera, 81378 WHO ~ Den'I Kyoga TRADES ~ Animal Breeding and Training I just hope this still lives . . .</td></tr></table> The rain was not a beauty or a horror to the 'dragon in her late teens. The scarf around her neck fluttered with the wind that breezed past, lightly, leaving a milky lilac trail behind her for a few seconds as she walked towards the others. Her eyes, like the pups, were blue also. The pelt, however, was tanned - almost dusty - and markings of dark brown were on her face in two different patterns. One of a tear drop under her right eye and the other as a triangle across her left. She did not like large groups, but the collection of three - or soon to be four - was barely enough to call a group. She sniffed the air, taking in the scents around her, and smiled to herself, flicking a card from one hand the other. The joker held an ace with her at all times, which was a strange thing to think about in all. She noticed the pup first, obviously, with it's pathetic looks. Den'I felt angry, hating the weaker side of the 'dragon race, and her smile turned a scowl. She wandered over to the pup, looking down at it. <span style='color:yellow'>"Don't sit here looking like you're expecting a child, pup. It's not happening!" </span>Den'I growled, kicking a little soil at the youngster. <span style='color:yellow'>",Yeah, that's right. Your existance is hollow, you're a fraud."</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> char= Trisja Seldor (my avatar shows what she looks like)</td></tr></table> Trisja padded slowly across the now wet forest floor she hadn't expected it to rain and was angry that she had bothered coming out here. As she walked around looking for decent shelter she found the small group of 'dragons all huddled around a tree. Trisja thought this strange but it was the only shelter that she could find. As she came up behind one of them she heard it say something to the small pup witting next to it. She growled and said angrily <font color= "purple"> Don't bother the pup, it hasn't bothered you </font> She had to admit though that the pup did look slightly pathetic and it shouldn't actually be sitting there WAITING for someone to feel sorry for it... <font color= "purple"> And don't think that I'm going for your side. I rather think she is right anyway, I respect people who are more mature... </font> She looked down at the pup wondering why was it in a forest.
Slightly annoyed by being instructed by someone she didn't know, Den'I gave the newcomer a quick look of questioning. Not one to dwell on, of course, but one to notice. Brushing a stand of silvered hair out of her eyes, She sighed and stood back from the pup. Then, she looked to the other whom had just spoke. <span style='color:yellow'>"Though, I ask you, what gives you the right to command me to do so?"</span> She asked, looking at the 'dragon with a familar stance of arrogance. <span style='color:yellow'>"After all, I do not know you and you do not know me, correct?"</span>
Trisja scooted away from the pup, not being in a very good mood at the moment. She looked over at the other 'dragon saying <font color="purple"> Correct...yet do you know this pup? if not does that give YOU the right to bother it? And either way a murderer does not necissarily know the victim when it is killed...</font> Trisja wasn't usually like this but now she was and was saying random things that probably would take a while to understand but still.
