~:Bloodthristy Spikes : Dragon RP : Accepting Now:~

[Fat Unicorn]

(('Kay. Thank you for your understanding. ^^))

Isetya growled from deep within his chest, trying to yank his leg out of the female's steely grasp. He tried to lash her side curtly with his tail, but he didn't know whether or not it would just graze her, or if he would miss her side all together. "What do you want, Female?" Isetya snapped in a deep voice, trying to yank his leg out of her grasp yet again.

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((Anytime :3 I forget easily x3 sorry))


Orphan::


she looks at him and looks him in the face for some reason he wasn't hurting her. She let go of his leg, his tail grazing her little she didn't speak she just growled low and deep and took off too the land she landed on a rock and looked at him. She was confused. Why did he hurt me? Why did he attack me? She knew he could of done more then that. She whipped her tail and looked away. Who cared? he was busy with bigger and better things any how. She didn't even know him and she knew he wouldn't take the time to know her.


Resting her body down on her rock she dipped her foot in and watched as she rippled waves across the water. her mood had been set back too free but still on alert glancing up at the male, she watched him.

[Fat Unicorn]

Isetya hovered over the water, his wings steadily beating against the strain of gravity, whom longed to grab the male and toss him into the icy depths of the water hole below him. His leg hurt a bit from where the female's claws had dug into his scales, but otherwise he was unscathed... unusual... now having recovered from the pain spreading up his leg, Isetya turned his ice-covered dome towards the female, a displeased expression stitched on his face. His orbs glinted, heavily suggesting the male wasn't so pleased with the female's behaviour. "Who are you, female? I have never seen you before in my lifetime.." erupted a low, husky growl from deep within his chest.

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Orphan::


Her silvers eyes still liked on the male she didn't care if he wasn't pleased with her, who was he any one. Turning way she grinned at the fact that she had hurt him, then it faded. Confusion setting in, but he had not hurt me? she thought. Turning her head too look at her side nothing.... her face was dumb founded then she heard him speak then his deep husky growl she stood up. her eyes locked on him once again she opened her wings and set on her rear on the rock. "I am Orphan, and good you haven't seen me before. For I have not been around here. Ever" she looked at him and growled back, her growl was just as deep but more elegant then his husky one "And who are you, Male?" she looked at him once again.

[PolarAzulTigris]

Username: PolarAzulTigris
Name of Dragon: Rozsa
Age (Max: 850) : 349
Gender: Female
Ranking: Unsure (will edit)
Ranking Wanted: Spiritual elder/believer.
Element (Only One): Ice (I believe which is a combination of water and wind. Though Feel free to correct me.)
Personality: Rozsa is an odd one, quirky, lazy, but headstrong. She's also very proud and self dependent, rather stubborn to turn to others for aid.
Crush:
Personal History: Not much is known about this quirky dragon except for her roost near one of the waterfalls in the mountains. She would rather keep to herself and her own practices than to mingle with others. Despite her occasional curiosity. (My apologies. She is an WIP Currently.)
Looks:

Other: Will update if I can think of anything.

[Fat Unicorn]

((I believe Ice can extend to the point whereas they can summon shards of ice, and be able to coat themselves with a thin sheet of ice, but otherwise I think that's all ice can really do. Accepted, lol. :]))

Isetya's spine tingled as a wave of anger washed through him. Trying to restrain his obvious emotions, he bit his tongue back for a few seconds, letting himself cool down a bit before answering. "I am Isetya, Lead Male of the group of the last remaining dragons residing within these Mountains. Now what is your business here, Orphan?" he demanded, backing away a bit, gaining a bit of height inbetween him, the female by the name of Orphan, and the water sitting right below him, begging to consume his body in it's icy depths.

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Orphan::


she rolled her eyes. Well good she had taken on a high ranked male and she had done a pretty good job. her eyes moving up again too him she leaped off the rock extending her wings "With you none, as of now" she growled again and looked him over "Good luck with your group, I will have too find one of my own" she opens her large silver wings and pushes off taking in the opposite direction of the male.

[Fat Unicorn]

Isetya rolled his orbs sarcastically after the female, little did she know... he looked upwards at the towering Vantage Point he had been a few minutes before, and the memory of the arrow thudding into that frail body... it sent a cold shiver to run down his spine, making his blood run cold. "Good luck trying to get out of the Ring of Mountains and finding another band. I received word the other day all the other sanctuaries are now ...extinct," he muttered, loud enough to hear, but he wondered if Orphan would be able to hear, since she was already a considerable distance away from the male. Ah well, at least she wouldn't be rubbing his scales the wrong way anymore....

Isetya instead of chasing after her, rose higher up into the air, relishing the resistance the wind made against him, but the attempts were fruitless. As they always were when trying to take him down. His light blue scales shone a bit, but were dulled by the temporary shadow that was cast over him as Isetya passed under a mountain, heading for a cave embedded in the side of a cliff-face.

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Orphan::


she growled deep at the hearing of his statement, for knew all too well all of the others were gone. For she had made it out. She growled again catching him in the corner of her eyes she came up after him and looked him dead in the face "I don't care who you think you are, but you are the last stuck up male i want preaching too me" she snapped at him "I know all about all the other being dead and gone for I was in one of them and that is why i am here!" she snapped once again "and i don't need luck, I am happy with out a groupd for it took me too long too find the last one i was in, and i will be damned (<-Sorry) if I am about too be walked all over by you" her emotions were welding high, she looked at him and growled again closing her wings again.


Plumping down too the icy water then opening them all at once, she was angry hurt and at the same time scared she landed back on the rock she was perched on before her back too where she had flown from the male called,Isetya.

[PolarAzulTigris]

(As long as you don't mind me trying to shake out this character. She's quite new and I'll have to pick up what you believe are 'believable' dragon aspects. Like the possibility of shifting bodies, etc. ;3 Originally she can shift but I'll take what I can work with. I'm also quite rusty with Rping. XDD)

Rozsa winced as the sun poured just right into her lair in such a manner that a beam laid directly over her head. Waking this way was not always her 'favorite' but there had been less tolerable conditions. A grumble escaped her lips as she turned to tuck her head away from the sun. Only after a moment did she realize she had a thirst that must be quenched. Grudgingly she stood to her feet and dragged herself to the entrance of her lair.

She stood against the sun, her golden eyes slitted against the bright rays. What an annoyance; She thought with a huff. A light mist of tiny ice shards dusted from her nostrils with her exaggerated exhale. Shaking her head in displeasure. Her scales simmered different colors in the light, picking up the hues about her since with no light her scales reflected silver or even white; Exempt from most colors. In the light though, her colors seemed radiant, silver, pinks, greens; after all she quite had the 'pearly' effect.

After her eyes adjusted for a moment she strode to her usually 'roosting' spot only to nestle down. Her forelegs hanging crossed over the edge of the cliff. The waters falling right to her left. Which she sleepily dragged her entire head into, lapping at the water as it fell around her head. She never was one for 'mornings'.