♦TwilightEcho♦ (Dragon rp Semi-lit)◘Accepting○

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Whyspr hovered in the air. She sqeezed her claws, until the doe lay still and silent. She ate it, bending her neck and head to reach. That had been a skill she had learned from her father, to eat in the air. It was hard, but it meant you didn't have to land. When she had finished, blood dripping from her jaws, and she looked around, sensing another dragon near. She flicked her tail, and folded her wings, going into a steep dive.

[draikfire]

Ah, there she was.

He`d had trouble spotting her at first--he was much larger than her, though her scales were almost the same white--thus the difficulty in seeing her against the clouds. Blood dripped from the kill she clutched in her talons as she ate it midair, leaving a few scraps to fall from the sky like a scarlet rain. The larger White decided to follow her, almost forgetting the still-warm deer he clasped in his front talons. She must have seen him be know, he knew--with his size, it was rather hard to miss him.

It had been a while since he`d seen another dragon...he was a loner, a wanderer that had settled in this place only a moon cycle ago. The White wondered vaguely if she`d chase him off as he neared her--it /was/ her territory, after all.

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Whyspr opened her wings, and she slowed, then landed gracefully on the ground. She folded her wings against her side again, and trotted toward a small, shimmering lake. She looked down at her reflection. She waded into the cold water, wanting to clean her scales, and get rid of the warm, reeking blood. She dipped her small head under, then brought it back up, clean. She knew someone had been up there, but she didn't know if it had followed her or not. She knew it was a dragon, and he was big. She usaully was very protective over her small territory and small food supply, but for some reason she could not explain, she did not attack.

[draikfire]

And there he was, sitting near the edge of the trees, well away from the shore in case she got aggressive. The two deer he`d caught earlier lay forlornly beside his massive talons. He wrapped his spike-tipped tail `round his talons to appear less threatening, though, as he reflected dryly, being around five times larger than her there wasn`t much he could do to look completely nonthreatening. The White watched her with those gleaming ice-blue eyes that betrayed no emotion, waiting for her to approach. She`d be well within her rights if she tried to drive him off, he knew, but for some reason, this female intrigued him. Was it her total lack of fear? Most smaller dragons kept well out of his way, but this one...

He got to his feet, leaving the deer under the trees--he knew scavengers didn`t dare come near dragon kills--and took a few steps in her direction. He didn`t speak; just maintained a dignified silence.

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Whyspr didn't turn around, but she looked at him from her her shoulder."Why are you tresspassing?" Her voice was smooth, and soft, but had a stern tone to it. She swished her tail back and forth over the water, little fish coming up and watching.

[draikfire]

"I`m sorry. I didn`t know this was your territory," he said in common dragontongue, drawing ever closer until he was only a few meters away. Combat range, and he knew it. "I`m new here...I made my den in the nearby mountains. If you wish it, I will leave," he growled softly, lowering his head to appear submissive, which was impressive considering that he might have torn her into pieces if the mood took him, with the size difference. "I caught your scent a few days ago, but thought nothing of it...I apologize for hunting without your permission."

His tail-tip flicked once--it betrayed the unease that didn`t even touch his stone-cold voice. In the land where he was born, dragons fought to the death over territories, and taking another`s prey was unforgivable, a killing offense. Would this dragon react the same way?

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Whyspr turned around, and waded out of the water. She shook herself, then answered," Be more careful about were you wonder." She have him a small smile."I can forgive onyou once , but only once. You may take your prey." She looked away, and spread out her large wings, and flapped them. She rose into the air, and took off toward a large rock mountain. A dark but large cave had been made into the mountain, were the female dragon had made her home.

[draikfire]

He tracked her progress with his sharp vision. Her cave was near his own den as the dragon flew; why hadn`t he noticed her before? /Getting careless, Solan?/ he muttered to himself, then paused as he lifted his wings, an idea striking him. The White tore into the first of his prey, the buck, finishing it in only a few moments, then took the second in his jaws and followed the dragoness, knowing all the while that he was only asking for trouble. He crossed the distance in a few minutes, gripping the rock wall outside the cave instead of landing. Solan dropped the second deer at the entrance of the cave, noticing with some irritation that the female`s den was too small for his current form. He`d have to shift--if she didn`t drive him off.

"Wait," he called, uncertain of her reaction. "I don`t even know your name..." Idiot! What was he /saying/? He wanted to claw himself until he begged for mercy, even as he went on tentatively, "May I come in?"

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Whyspr went into the cave, but then turned around and faced him again. She looked at him, her eyes soft, but also sparkling with laughter."Yes, you may, if you can fit."She paused, then said,"I'm Echo Whyspr. But please, just call me Whyspr." She layed down, laying her wings on her back and on the flor, since they were almost bigger then her."Your name?"

[draikfire]

Well. He`d really expected her to go for his throat--it wouldn`t have been an uncommon reaction in his old home. "No worries there," he murmured, bracing himself for the headache that always came with shifting. His form blurred, as if seen from a distance on a misty day, or if he were standing behind frosted glass. The white scales receded, his form shrinking rapidly in size, until a quite different creature pulled himself up into the cave.

In the massive White`s place was a young human man, no older than nineteen or perhaps twenty winters, his tousled hair the same white as the dragon`s scales, and his eyes snake-slitted and the exact shade of blue as a winter sky. He was tall for a human, clothed in a simple cream-colored tunic and black leggings. If not for his disconcertingly catlike eyes, and the way his ears tapered to points, he might have been a human from the surrounding villages.

"Well met, Whyspr...I am Solan Fallenskye," he introduced himself once his form had settled. His voice was low-pitched, and though his form had changed he still spoke in dragontongue. "A shadow dragon from the lands to the east." He looked about the cave; it seemed as if the she-dragon--no, Whyspr--had been here quite a long time. Despite himself, he asked, "Have you been here long? It would seem rather lonely to be by yourself..."