Tria the 33, 81379 A lithe 'dragon, his pelage a mottled cameoflague of cool tones of greens, blues and purples, stretched out lazily atop the large log floating idly on the calm surface of the lake, sunning his bare back in the warm Tria sun. One hand trailed loosely in the water, the gentle sway of his fingers both attracting and scareing the curious little silver fish that darted out from the reeds near the waters edge. His muzzle propped up on his other arm, both eyes were half-lidded as he quietly watched a brilliant blue dragonfly flit by his nose to settled daintily on his ear (which reflexively twitched and scared off the predatory insect). Muttering soft nonesense to himself he slid from the log and into the water with barely a ripple, disappearing under the surface only to reappear a few meters off, swimming in a rather crocodilian manner than involved the whole of his body snakeing accross the the surface while his legs simply help to steer. Cruising the pleasantly chill waters, he paid little heed to the occasional aquatic native that brushed against his body, perfering to simply enjoy the contrast of the suns heat on his dorsal side and the waters cold on his belly.
OOC: Didn't know if this thread was current or not, but thought I'd take the chance. From the dappled shadows of the wilderness slipped a figure, approaching the pool on four muscled limbs. The 'dragon was a vivid crimson, the lush color of blood, with slicing patterns of fire-colored stripes. Athletic and rather tall, the 'dragon cut an impressive shape from the shadows behind...and by the looks of things, had not noticed the one enjoying the water. Though weary, there was still an element of feral grace in motion, though it didn't seem to be doing much for awareness' sake. Totally oblivious to what could be lurking in the lake, the 'dragon stepped elbow-deep into the water, and began to drink in deep hungry gulps. An orange-red mane sweeps back and turns to scales when reaching the spine, and a little flame perches smartly on the end of a twitching tail.
A powerful sweep of his tail sent Sylverstryx glideing towards the shore, his jaws clamped around some foreign variety of freshwater fish that had ceased to thrash long ago. Swallowing the fish whole in one fluid movement he relished the feeling of the smooth, slick body sliding down his throat and into his gut. Flipping over under the water and allowing his natural bouyancy to bring him to the surface, he blinked water from his eyes as he broke through the delicate line that seperated him from a much needed gulp of fresh air. Shaking droplets from his thick thatch of hair, Sylverstryx cocked his head to the side in a gesture of curiousity as he found himself witness to a lithe female enjoying the cool waters. Or gulping them in a manner that almost made him woozy. "Yeh shouldn't drink that fast. You're going to make yourself sick." bobbing up and down on the waves that rippled the waters, he hoped his voice had carried far enough to reach the thill.
At the sound of a voice an instinctive growl rumbled through Tannah's chest, and her eyes snapped up from her still-lowered head to scan the water. Once the bobbing male was spotted, her fiery eyes narrowed cooly and she slowly picked up her head. Tossing her dripping mane, she stood up tall, not minding the rivulets of water still running down her face and neck. It was an odd thing, the way her tail flame grew a little brighter and more noticeable. If she had been wearing clothing, she could have been mistaken for a boy. It was only now, with the sight of her face, that she could really be seen as female, and a young one at that. "...Do I seem like someone who gets sick easily?" She had a point. Even her voice was strong. The brazen gleam in her eye made it seem that if disease ever showed its face around her, she would personally chase the thing off. Refolding her large leathery wings on her back with a gesture similar to crossing one's arms, she simply watched him and waited for his reply.
The darkend quadroupeds movemnts were stiffened as he heard angry voice ahead of him. Continuing he saw the othe quadrouped and the floating "log"? No that was another male. He wandered to the edge of the water, far away from the others. His mannerisms showed that he had been alone for far too long. He snapped up a fish that swam his way. His movements were silent almost as though his life depended on his silence and on most days it did.
Sylverstryx's ears twitched thoughtfully, his lips slightly pursed as he surveyed the willful thill with an appraising eye. For a long moment he was silent and still, then he abruptly disappeared under the water with barely a ripple, only a single rogue bubble trailing up to pop noisily on the surface marking where he had descended into the murky depths. He reappeared a few meters closer, skimming over the surface like a large predator stalking it's prey with slitted eyes. But he was more than visible -intentionally, of course- with his singular back fin cutting through the waves like a faintly glowing rainbow knife. He stopped once his paws brushed the bottom, lifting his muzzle clear from the water and giving his head a hearty shake that sent his ears flopping and droplets flying in all directions. "No ma'am, you don't. But a strong stomach and a healthy body won't stop a natural reflex. Besides. If you're thristy, sipping slowly helps better in the long run. Quenches your thirst faster two." the way he addressed her was not in a superior tone, but in an amiable grin that showed no malice, despite how imposing a figure the thill cut.
She'd taken a small step back when he'd disappeared, but relaxed as soon as she could see him again. That fin of his...she couldn't help but stare. Such an odd thing...a mark of water affinity in her mind, which was a direct contrast to her family's fire-blood ways. Her uncertainty about him only grew when he regarded her and spoke. Blinking against the spray of spattered droplets, she had the oddest look on her face as she mulled over his words. "Yeah, well..." She'd begun before she knew where she was going. Didn't quite know what to do with him. Seemed that being straightforward and unconfrontational with her had thrown her off. "...I'm sure I'll be fine." The last thing she would do would be to admit that she was beginning to feel a little queasy...
He looked out at the water, seeing that both of the 'dragons were occupied, he yawned and sat down on his haunches. Shifting a bit of leavs and making a tiny sound that he was sure only an Anubi could hear.
Stepping further out of the water, Sylverstryx was a careful as possible to make sure he gave the thill her personal space as he passed her and wadded out onto the grassy shore. Once a respectable distance, he vigorously shook out his pelt. The water loving arden stretched his forepaws in front of him, tapping his claws against the terra-firma as his back popped rather loudly. Straightening up, then promptly settling onto his haunches, he offered a pleasant smile to the thill. "My names Sylverstryx...uh, sorry if I splashed you or anything. Accident." he added the last bit a little sheepishly, ears drooping a tad until they were only at half mast. His thick, yet fully prehensile, tail coiled around his legs, the azure flame that flickered at it's tip resting just between his firmly planted paws. It gave off a rather pleasant glow, highlighting the blues and purples of his fur while the fire-light danced in his eyes.
She seems to have lost a bit of her steam in the past minute or so, giving a muffled hiccup. Wading into the water until the rippling top grazed her underside, she turned herself so she could watch the male. She kept her own tail flame up above the waves. "Sylverstryx, eh? Never heard a name quite like that before." Closing her eyes and folding her ears back, she took a breath and dipped her head down below the surface. The frigid water stabbed pleasantly at her skin, but she couldn't help letting out a little bubbling gasp at the shock of it. Rearing back, she tossed her mane as before, shaking water from her eyes and pelt. Casting a cool gaze back toward him, she looked him over critically. "So...Do you live in the lake, or something?"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Hope you three don't mind if I join? </td></tr></table> <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>In Character</span> Mismatched blue-green eyes set their gaze on the two ahead of the skull they occupied. Staring curiously, the fem Yki watched the scene play out before her. She stood on a lithe branch on a tree thats canopy towered over the lake, bending awkwardly towards the center of the body of water. Her claws dug into the bark, secured so she wouldn't go toppling into the icy depths of the liquid beneath her. Yaku's feathered wings shifted uncomfortably on her back. This surely wasn't the best climate for her thick pelt, and she had only started to moult it. Ears took in a slight rustle in the foilage to her right, and she looked to the direction of the sound. Yaku spotted another male, wondering if this was some planned meeting. As she listened to the conversation, however, she realized the two had just met, and the brute was staying silent. Watching from her perch on the tree, she laid down on her stomach, rough surface of the bark scratching against her underbelly. She grimly ignored the small unimportant nuisance and focused on her eavesdropping business.
