Stumbling About

[Jvin]

The slendor Kingora's body seemed to be melded to the winds, each of his four limbs pressed limply against his body. Jvin's golden mane, with the half a dozen purple ribbons included, trailed gleefully behind him, swaying and dancing as eagerly as they could. The sun gently breathed upon him, much to his discomfort since he rather enjoyed heat, causing his eyes to glitter more then ever. But the flow of light did not reflect on his scarlet body, leaving it to appear plain and almost dirty.

"But yet the winds carry a scent so clean, so pure, that even the breezes can not compare," Jvin softly said to himself, breathing in deeply as the scent of the lands before him were brought to his nostrils. His semi short wings folded at an odd angle as his muzzle dipped downward, causing his body to begin to descend, the ground coming closer. The dragon lowered his thin limbs, and they gently tapped the ground as his wings spread at the last fleeting moment. Gaze of jade overlooked the outskirts of Wyvernus, the wisps leaping about as they never had. "Not a blade of grass is bent, and even the waters have a scent of such purity that even I cannot deny it," he said softly, taking another deep breath.

[Lord Roran]

ooc: yeah yeah, you can be the Dhaz. But first, the anniciation!

bic: Slender wings folded through the night sky. Purple membrane folded into his mighty back. Orange horns glinted in the light. He raised his head. Another dragon, looking around Wyvernus. Roran smirked. He would have to check this out. He sped forward until he found himsef facing Jvin. "Hello, old man" Roran joked, making his peacful doings clear. "It appears you have come to un-owned. Shall you be wanting to become the Dhaz?" He asked again, ths time his voice more serious. He flicked his large, ruby red tail

[Jvin]

ooc: Actually I was just having him poke around for a while and be a wanderer, but fine.

Jvin's wings twitched as the dragon appeared, grimacing at the words of 'old man'. A grin curled on his mug and he nodded in greetings to the new one. "What I want, or desire rather, was a place to den, sir. But, if it appears to be open to be owned, then it is hardly something I can easily turn down." His eyes overlooked the outskirts, taking in the new terrain before them that had so easily seduced him. The night's warm air chilled him, since he was accostumed to slightly warmer climate, and his wings gave a subtle shudder as he set his gaze back on Roran.

[Lord Roran]

Roan nodded. "I'm just dropping by, for it's my duty to introduce myself to the newest Dhaz and explain to him. Well, first off, we have a large habbitation of Serpants. As you know they are our sworn enimies. Don't ever trust them! And second, I'l just take your quickly through your terra. First, there's your forest, then your waterfall, then your lake, then your feilds, and then your Leader's Den, where you stay. And when you get a Dhal, she'll be there too, along with your Ghan's" Roran explained. He flicked his tail, and deciding to have talked enough, he unfolded his wings and flew back to his own lands, leaving Jvin to himself. "Oh, and my name's Roran. Lord Roan" He said aas he left

[Jvin]

Before Jvin could speak again, the dragon, no the dragon lord, had gone. The dragon, young for a Kingora, sighed and stretched his wings, seeing no further reason for staying in the outskirts. He would explore the terrain, become familiar with it since it seemed that no one would tred near him any time soon. But he only stood there, still on all fours and in no condition to begin flight as he pondered Lord Roran's words. Serpants. There had not been any population of Serpants near the active volcanoe of Mount Horn, so he knew only little of the species that dragons so despised. "But it seems that they will make themselves known sooner or later. Though hopefully it will be the latter," Jvin sighed wearily, rearing onto his haunches and pawing the air before leaping into the winds, which fought and then accepted him.