((Vine: Has my new charrie been accepted yet? :3))
Luna
Luna smiled, telling Thunder that she was glad. She playfully splashed him back, cutting her eyes toward home. Before she lifted off, the dragon mumbled worriedly that she had to go check on her lair. She'd forgotten all about it while in his care. She glided past the entrance to Thunder's lair, smiling at Snack. She'd return for him later, first she had to check on her beloved home.
As she dipped down over her very own lake, she weaved in and out of the spire like rock formations. So peaceful, so perfect, the sky beginning to rumble with the sound of an impending storm. She landed in the entrance of her lair, shuddering as she looked over the edge. The edge she'd dove off of. With one last glance, she froze. Unfamiliar scent. She stormed into her massive cave, staring around the dimly lit cavern with contempt. Somebody had taken part of her jewels, the bandit's scent still lingering in the musty air. Their stench was ruining her musty aroma! She was going to kill somebody, especially if...oh no, no, no... Storming into her most prized storage room, her Fulgurites lay shuffled all over. She let out an acidy keen, her high pitched roar comparible to that of metal on metal. The room began to fill with static, her eyes glowing in a malicous sort of light. None of them were broken, and none of them were taken, but they were displaced. Her things had been rifled through by some stranger. "Pierra! I think I need you to help me kill somebody!" she called out in the special language, her voice surely carrying all the way to the dragon's territory.