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

[Written in Stars*]

Whyspr's eyes widened and she showed her teeth. A small growl like hiss came from her throat, but she didn't attack."Well, Solan, you should be careful. If you did that infrotn of other dragons, they would have killed you now." She narrowed her eyes, her tail flicking back and forth. Her scales seemed to turn a light shade of purple."I was hatched in this cave, and have lived here since. I have been on my own for 8 years."

[draikfire]

He sensed her surprise more than saw it, and his muscles tensed, though he showed no sign of unease. "I am well aware of the hate between humans and dra--...our kind," he corrected swiftly, then shrugged. "What I look like doesn`t change the fact that I`m no friend of the human race. I find this form is convenient when humans are near...I have no wish to kill needlessly." He was quiet a moment, then began again, commenting on what she had said now.

"Eight years...that`s a long time. Longer than I`ve been on my own, in fact...like I said, I`m from further east. If a dragon there encroached on another`s territory and hunted, as I did, he or she would have been attacked and killed without question...it`s a harsher land, one where you can`t be soft if you are to survive." His eyes seemed momentarily distant, as if he were recalling the past, but then his gaze cleared. Then, his voice quieter than before, he asked, "Don`t you get lonely? I caught no other scent nor sight of dragons here, and the human villages aren`t far..."

{Solan is the ultimate ellipse {...} master, eheh. Sorry XD}

[Written in Stars*]

Whyspr listened, and she seemed to calm down. She layed there, looking at him with an ezpression that was unreadable."Kill uselessly? I agree. Thats why I stay on my own and away from all humns. They are the reason that I am alone..." She looked at the wall, her eyes downcast. But she shook her head and looked back over toward Solan."I do get very lonely. But I have learned to keep myself away from every dragon and human. I've had a bad past with our kind and humans. You are the first dragon I've seen in 3 years."

[draikfire]

"I`m flattered, although it was really my fault, as I wandered into your territory." He shrugged, leaning against the wall of the cave with casual ease, as if he`d known her for months and not only an hour or so. "The same can`t quite be said for me. I flew from the country in the east several years past, and have had several...encounters...with humans and our kind alike," he said, sounding as if he were choosing his words carefully. "The dragonslayers in this area haven`t bothered me yet, but you may have noticed that it`s a bit harder for me to stay hidden than it is for you...someone may have sighted me already."

He reflected that he was only putting her in danger by remaining here; he`d been in more fights with humans and dragons alike than he could count, and a dragon his size would appear as a bloodthirsty monster born of Hell to the people of the villages near Whyspr`s mountain. She had remained unnoticed thus far, but would that continue, with his presence here?

[Written in Stars*]

Whyspr shrugged. but then got up."They have seen me many times, but for some reason they don't ever follow me." She walked out onto the ledge and spread her wings."I pass the time with flying,"She pasued, and looking embarrased, added,"And singing." She rose into the air, but didn't fly away."My cave is small, sha'll we take to the sky?"

[draikfire]

"They might feel differently if they see me, if they haven`t already," Solan warned. "You`re small--they might not see you as a threat. But--" He stopped the sentence in its tracks, then shook his head. Why worry? A cloudy day like this, if they were sensible they wouldn`t be spotted. Right? He followed her onto the ledge--too narrow from his dragonform--and without hesitation jumped off the cliff and into open air. The wind rushed past him, but he had barely fallen two meters before he retook his dragonform, dwarfing Whyspr once more.

He slowed his fall, then climbed to her height with two wingbeats. "I suppose it couldn`t hurt," he said, his expression, as always, revealing nothing.

[Written in Stars*]

Whyspr smiled again, and she shot forward, flapping her wings every few seconds. The sun came out from behind the clouds for a few minutes. With the sun warm on her back, she dove forward again, doing a flip, then spreading her wings again, and flew back up.

[draikfire]

(Bye~)

"Show-off," Solan muttered, his words almost lost in the rush of wind. He flew above her, casting her in shadow for a moment. The sun glittered brilliantly off of his scales, making it seem as if the White glowed from within. It was a nice day for flying, he had to admit--there was a slight breeze, and the air was cool. Unlike most dragons, he didn`t favor overly hot days--he preferred the chill of the air far above the ground. It`d also been too long since he had just let himself relax--with no immediate worries, no battles to fight, and no one attacking him, it was nice to just fly, no destination in mind, but just for the sheer thrill of it. It had also been a while since he`d met a dragon, or anyone for that matter, that wasn`t interested in tearing his heart out and feeding it to the gore-crows.

With that slightly disturbing thought, he followed her through the sky, his flight less fanciful than hers but no less graceful. He flew just below her so as to not disturb her flight with the huge eddies of wind his much larger wingspan caused.

[Written in Stars*]

Whyspr watched him, but then turned her head to look below. Suddenly, shouts came from below, and arrows flew up toward them. Whyspr dodged them, and then landed near a rushing river. She had no itenttion of hurting the dragonslayers, but she was going to teach them a lesson. They spotted her and ran over, shooting guns into the air and having ropes ready. Whyspr lowered her head and roared, ice cold air coming from her mouth.

[draikfire]

Solan let a long, low hiss rasp from between his fangs; he barrel-rolled to the side, but all the same, three pierced his right wing--his blind side. Great. He had been expecting something like this, but it figured that the moment he let his guard down, it would happen. And because of /him/, Whyspr had been shot at for the first time in eight years. He should have known better...bad luck usually followed him like crows circling around a corpse. He snarled a curse, his anger showing through his usually-perfect mask. He landed not far from Whyspr, the pain from the three puncture wounds in his wing coupled with his anger....no. He had to calm down. /Had/ to. After all...who was this dragoness, anyways? Some random stranger, that was all.

...Just a stranger.

"Five /damn/ it!" Solan cursed, then ran towards the sound of rough human shouts, his right wing held just away from his side; it dripped dark blood like a trail of macabre crumbs behind him. He reached the confrontation just as more humans arrived, armed with shining steel, torches, ropes, and prayers. There were more shouts as he arrived with a roar that made the air vibrate.

This wasn`t good; a red veil seemed to drape over his vision now, a crimson mist that tainted the air.

He could /hear/ it. Smell it...the bitter scent of their fear, of their anger. He barely noticed Whyspr now...

He advanced a step; credit where credit was due, only a few of the men stepped back.

And then there was the shot. The musical twang of a bowstring...and an arrowhead buried itself in the soft, leathery skin under his jaw. As if this had been some sort of signal, more followed--his wings were pierced a dozen more times, while a dozen more arrows clattered off his scales. Gunfire, and the pain running through his veins increased. All of which thickened the scarlet haze.

He saw a gleam of metal; one of the men trained their weapon on Whyspr.

And it was then that he truly snapped.

Suddenly, the immobile White hurled himself across the clearing, maw agape and talons extended. Three men were dashed to pieces with a single swipe; two more lost their lives trying to flee, a spiked tail catching them both and breaking their necks. More soon followed; their discarded, shredded bodies decorated the clearing next to the river, torn asunder by the dragon`s vicious fangs. But most frightening of all...the once-unemotional Solan seemed to be /enjoying/ the rout. His eyes gleamed crimson, the pupils thick lines against the bloodred.

There were no angry shouts now; no, but the air was hardly silent. The sickening crunch of breaking bone, the ripping of flesh, the screams of men, and the snarls of an out-of-control monster of a dragon filled the air; a symphony of death and bloodlust.

It was over quickly. The remains of two dozen men littered the ground and clogged the river; a massive dragon whose scales ran as red as his eyes stood unmoving in the midst of the destruction. His wounds still bled...but here, black blood mingled with red, and even as the seconds passed, arrows and bullets fell to the blood-soaked ground, the black blood repairing the wounds as the monster than had been Solan turned his fell glare on Whyspr, baring his red-stained fangs in a terrible snarl.