<font color='#008080'><font size="1"> Day : 2nd Month : Tessera Year : Year 1 Dust spun in spirals of intricate patterns as she sat on the aged stone. The stone was a tilted piller, most likely thousands of years of age. It too, had intricate patterns of a mysterious and unknown past. It was wedged upon a large relic, a part of a wall perhaps. The pillar was leaning towards the sky, covered with many years of plants and moss, hanging about the stone loosly. The weather was of the crisp sort. For it was The month of Tessera. Myrmar was born in this month, it was her passion to adore it. The sky was hazed over, and a fruitful smell hung in the air of families preparing food. Dead leaves would fall from the many varieties of trees, the pines would fall from the Mayneh tree as well. Large blades, of now golden gress, strune up in the frields she was sitting in. Her family was located up the hill and to the right in the deep forest. They made thier residence in large trees, building houses upon them, above the ground. The houses were built around the trees, and they had exactly five houses for their families. Thy would hollow out the inside, then build around it, also adding on a board walk of the sort around the house. Then the would build bridges, connecting the houses. Myrmar's house was quaint and small, but she had loved it over her life time. The inside was smooth and comferting. She has her own bed. It was only a large blanket covered over mounds of sweet smelling grass and hay. It was quiet on her room, thats what she liked most. She would lite many candels, of many different colors and sizes, fragrented or not; and she would pracice many rituals and charms for good luck. She would often practice her trade in the trees, climbing and dodging many animals. She was small for her age, but plenty agile and quick minded. She was lightweight, and was the fastest and most accurate pendragon that Mosale, her father, had ever seen. Her fur was short, and a dark average brown, accept for her neck, which had longer, harder fur. She was more dog then cat. although her long tail was ment for balancing, like any other feline. Her overly large pointed ears made fine hearing tools. She had large jet black eyes in the dark, that were more of a hazel in the light. The pupil was shaped sharply like a cats. She had no 'hair" but has aquired a large wheat yellow patch on her forhead, reaching from the tip of he nocs, to between the ears. On the sides of her strong neck were horns, that jetted out either side the turned sharply at a 90 degree andgle, and would slightly point upwards. Her small "human" like hands were a perfect writing and nimble tool. She could read write, and swim for that matter. For inbetween her torso fur were many dark colored scales. She had large saber like teeth with where perfect for catching prey. Her body make up was simple, the perfect tool for an escape artist. Her family consisted of four other members. Her mother, Nyr, Her father, Mosae, and her much younger siblings, Nisara and Blu. They were still todlers and had not yet begun to be teached. Mymar often became bored with her family, as they werer busy with the new arivals. She oftened travled by herself, to were she was right now, on similar cool aumtum mornings. She noticed no other beings around her, exept for many drapped plants. Not many made their residance here, but she wanted to travel, to learn more about the world. The farthest she had ever traveled was farther south, to the begining of the mountains. Her parents would most likly make her hunt for the family, as winter was approaching, and lack of food would be found, even here in the northern tropics. Some day she would run, far away after her teachings...and see it all...</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"><font face="verdana">Somewhere, just a little ways away, another pendragon wandered, footsteps light but careful. He was sneaking around a bit.. just a bit, he sharply reminded himself. The con artist often poked around in new areas, checking up on the residents to see how smart they were about... well, stuff. It was crucial to his particular line of work, one could never have enough suckers, enough connections, enough hirees, fixers, why, all sorts of potentials lay in wait in any given location. His name was Hype Ryans, and he was all about his work. The male was kinda tallish, lanky, and slim, but while he didn't have much in the way of strength, he was very fast, and hardly ever tired, therefore making him able to cover large distances very effectively. His body was agile and his reflexes were quick, the only setback in his movements where the pait of crippled wings upon his back. They looked as if they had been runover several times and left in the freezer. Besides being useless for flying and often getting in the way, they also made him quite awkward in water, which is why he tended to stay away from that element. Hype was the kind of character who /hated/ awkwardness, he wanted everything carried out smoothly and effectively. Silver speckles covered his off-white pelt, fading slowly to darker grays and eventually black at the tips of his ears and hair, spiked and pushing out over his eyes. The flame at the tip of his tail was 'detached', but somehow never left his side, like  baby's arm clinging stubbornly to a favorite ball. Hype suddenly froze, one forepaw lifted in mid-step. His nose quivered, ears perked.. and the 'dragon suddenly realized, that someone else was in the area. Slowly, he let himself sink to the ground, the hair on his back rising a bit. With a wriggle of his maw, his sunglasses were shoved upwards, hiding any light that his eyes might've reflected. And without a sound, he waited... </font></table></font>
<font color='#008080'><font size="1"> Still in a daze, and in her families grounds, she becames a potential victom for her unawareness. Wind slowly crept by her large ecect hears as it whispered a tune. She started to sing along: "The the lock that holds the key, The book that hold the lock, summons thy from death and life, and plays its mighty part." She hummed the tune in a carfull melody, daydreaming, which she normally never did. She laid back her ears, only becomming aware of how long she had been outside. The sun was starting to reach behind the hills. With a snarl she quickly turned her head. She didn't want to go back to her family, and just take care of stupid worthless babies. Â She got up quickly and shook off a bit. Her plain beauty so simple...almost boring. She shifted her shoulders, and streatched some. Still streatching, and her head in a tightened out position, she suddenly became stiff, her eyes grew wide. There was someone about. Now she wished hadn't wished that she could see others, but wasn't about to back down from simple childish fears. She positioned her head towards the smell, tigtening her ear muscles, to make them seem even pointier, if there was such a thing. She swiftly shifted her body behind her, and easily climbed down the ruins to the grassy forest floor. Light dapled through the trees and made the pine floor seem hazy. She was aware of this other creatures presense....but wasn't about to give off her position, although she most likly was already spotted. She communicated telepathically with the creature, and talked sharply, and stern. "who are you, why are you here...?" Thoughts and consintration rivited through her mind like a bullet. It was very painful for her to communicate this way, making her use every nerve in her brain. She had not much training for this skill, and obviously wasn't born for it, although she liked to stay silent.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"><font face="verdana">As a few moments passed, with nothing, Hype was on a verge of just continuing on with his little exploration. But suddenly, a voice pierced through his mind, and he knew that the creature was a fellow dragon. For a while, he didn't answer, simply stood, scanning the foliage carefully, looking for any signs of life. As this pressing attempt at locating the presence failed, he raked his claws into the soft earth, muttering a curse to himself. Cautiously, he began to speak, barely loud enough to hear. "I'm sorry.. didn't realize this wasn't public ground... Who, exactly, are you?" He paused, backing up a step. "My business here is no business of yours... unless your business happens to be similar to my business, then it is my business and vice versa." Confusing, but he grinned in spite. Deciding that if the thing was going to jump him, it would've have already, Hype yawned, and slipped to his haunches. He looked around again, this time more casually, eyebrows raised. Though most pendragons were hostile, he had gotten a feeling that this one wasn't looking to start anything... the voice had actually sounded a bit young. He let his tail curl around him, the fluffed tip bouncing his ball of flame boredly. As he waited for any kind of answer, his mind was considering the situation and how to milk it for profit. Hmm.. the being probably lived here, judging from the inquiry.. maybe they could lead him to some kind of village or gathering place. Perhaps they, themselves, were a part of the black market... Hmm... Looking up, he noticed two things: the day was nice, and he would soon be 2800...</font></table></font>
<font color='#008080'> <font size="1"> She closed her right eye half way, translating in her mind what The pendragon had just said. She tried to put it in a right form, but couldn't so she guessed at what he was saying. She flicked an ear and moved silently through the brush, until she was utop a relic the proceded upwards above the other penrdagon. She sat comfortably, Seeing that her presense was unknown above this odther 'dragon. She picked up her finger liked paws and started to scratch out dirt beneath her nails. She always kept her large ears forward. She acted in a gypsy like manner, not wanting to give off any of her weak points of misunderstood translation of his voice. She looked upon the thinned out creature, who was obviously meant to be confusing to they eye. She spoke outloud this time: "And what buisness do you have here?" Not wanting a fight, she slyly spoke her words casually, like everything was cool, although her head was turning hot and her heart felt like it was going to come through her mouth. Her tail swished back and forth. It was late in the year, and the days would constinously get shorter with the approaching nights. She began to grow worried, she was not to be out this far from home at night, although a few times she managed to sneak out unseen. Not knowing what this "other" wanted, she choose her words carfully. She was also wanting to see the stunned face on this approacher...hoping that he hadn't already previously spotted her.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">As her voice rang clearly through the air, his head snapped upward, a puzzled expression crossing his features for a second. Behind the shades, his eyes hardened on her, intaking as much information about the stranger as he could, storing them in his temporary memory box. It was as natural as breathing to him, Hype could often remember important details about any specific person or scene, even a few days after. This all only took a moment, then he loosened, and let the sloppy grin slowly spread over his face again, calling out to her calmly, "Just.. looking around, you may say. And what are you doing here? Do you live in this beautiful place?" As he finished his speech, Hype rolled his head to the side, and then the other, producing loud, slightly sickening cracks as he popped his neck. It was a bad habit. He had never been the nail-chewing type. Those who kenw him well, however, would've realized that this was his way of dealing with uncertain situations... The oddly shaped scammer usually liked to be right on top of things. </font></table></font>
<font color='#008080'><font size="1"> She wrinkled the left side of her nose as her lower eyelids peeled up at this sickening sound. She shifted uncomfortably. As in the trade of an escape artist she didn't need to be on top of things, she just needed to care for herself and make sure she could escape the situation. She watched his every move with dark pircing eyes and a slight smirk on her face. She had decided not to answer his second question, but to move on with her own.... "you still haven't answered my first question, What is your name..." Her still youthful voice was rough, and seemingly tangled. Crackled yet soft and flew out of her mouth like soup. It was much later then before, and if she was to get rid of this visitor she would have to do it fats, or maybe she would be alright on her own. She, after all, had gone through the nesicary training that one needed to survive alone. The Horns on her shoulders shifted as she moved her weight around on the pillar. Long horns that could be used for...many purposes. She took noticed of his odd cripled wings, torn and melted into twisting positions that she guessed were painful. She shuddered at the thought of touching them, she would stick to brick walls and rocks for now.</font>
