TIMESTAMP 15th Dyo (Spring) 81378 The black 'dragon arrived in the badlands, yellow stripes and tail flame the only thing giving him away in the evening light. He crouched down behind a rock, greyed with either age or errosion, and waited for his 'victim' of a friend. A small smirk crept on to his face. It wasn't a happy smirk. It was a small one of devious plotting. It was all that ever gave him away. After all, He was older than the female 'dragon. Okay. Maybe only one year, but it was still being older than her. He was an apprentice in Dark Sorcery as a primary trade. This was backed up by the same level in assisination. And she? An Animal Breeder and Herder. They were the same stage, naturally, but compared to him...It seemed so lame. Or was that because of Majal's large ego? Both, probably. With that, The sky darkened a little more in the passing time. He nodded to himself, extigusted his tail flame using that odd 'power' he had over it, and crouched down as small as he could. Hey - Believe me. That's no easy for any pendragon, especially not Majal.
Shimara treaded lightly along the dusty sand-like surface*, keeping herself alert for an old friend...and an old enemy. This 'dragon was Majal, The Assasin/Dark Sorcerer combined into one ball, but much much more irriating. She put her head around a rock, checking it up and down, her back turned for a split second. Her ears pricked up again. She spun around. Where was this 'dragon of doom and darkness? The one whom never felt happiness, sadness, excitement, or jealousy... She felt nervous then. She could deal with angered mammalians, but not another 'dragon with a year more experience and one that was a guy...He had a tail flame, she thought, Where is it? <span style='color:blue'>I spy with my little eyes...Something begining with h...!</span> Unobviously, That word was 'hope'. O.o.C | *From what I know, Badlands are like deserts...Right
Majal was rumbled. She knew he was here. He let out a low growl. Jumping out from behind the rock, taking high to air, and spreading his draconic wings...He let out a roar, to announce his enterance in the most impressive way 'dragonly possable. The yellow parts on his body seemed to glow faintly in the eve' of the spring day. He let the thermals hold him in the air so he could conserve his energy. <span style='color:blue'>"Grr...Demon! Welcome..."</span> The spikes on his back quivered as he said this. Was Majal possessed himself? Probably o.0; He was a little insane. It would make people want a majal-dex to work out what he meant and how to make sense of it in less than five minutes, when you'd end up dead. <span style='color:blue'>"Demon! Kill Demon! KILL! Grr..."</span> The spikes now glew faintly when he spoke again. His eyes seemed to flash in the light. <span style='color:blue'>DIE DEMON!</span> A small ball of a deep crimson appeared in the palm of one of his hands. He flung it down near the other 'dragon, but making sure it didn't touch her. A warning for this 'demon.' He growled again, lower than before if that was possible.
Wow... Shimara thought, This guy really IS insane in the menbrame... She gave him one of her prize-winning (or not) fake grins. <span style='color:blue'>Hello Majal...</span> She growled, narrowly dodging the blast. <span style='color:blue'>Why don't you come down and fight hand to hand, dear? I can't fly...</span> She proves her point, by flapping her small wings - not without the hope she was searching for... - and looking up at him. At this point, She was thinking up a strategy to avoid this beast of a 'dragon's deadly death-incurring attacks. Hmm...He's big, but I have my speed...He has the sky, and I have my feet. G'DARN IT!
<span style='color:blue'>Demon...</span> He hisses, and lands on the floor infront of her. Sharp Daggers, he thought, Kill that Demon. He grabs her by her throat. <span style='color:blue'>Fight, Demon.</span> The spines on his back tingled once again. His empty eyes were fixed on the young 'dragon's and he let out another roar, fangs shown. He threw her to the floor and stood over her, tail swishing. It echoed for sometime, that roar, but still awaited for her to respond. He took a knife out of his seath and held it in his mouth. Must be painful XD A small aura glittered around his tail. Could Shimara fight back?
<span style='color:blue'>OWWW!</span> Shimara snarled, her eyes glaring straight at his. <span style='color:blue'>That's IT, Majal!</span> She jumped in the air, did a quick sommersault, and did a kick with her legs, pushing the sorcerer back slightly. She growled softly, then attempted to headbutt him in the stomach.
Majal landed, made a shield using his leathery wings, then remembered what K'Tarim had said. Kill her and you'll be haunted...forever by those demons. He shook his head, then spikes on his back losing their glow. <span style='color:blue'>No-Demon...Fight...No...</span>
