Tratto & Unatarpok
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Tratto turned to admire his dragon. Unatarpok is an inuit word, it meant "fighting". He is a handsome and muscular black blue dragon. Unatarpok was longer but smaller than his green sisters, at about 30 feet. The poor hatchling had been injured by Tenken in the first half of the hatching, and now has a thin scar (Yes the white line.) but he's never had trouble living with it. Unatarpok was aggressive and strong. Tratto sat on the back of his balck blue as they prepared for a flight, to pratice air battle with some other young dragoneers. "If Nafiro and the horned lizzard of his shows up again, I will prove that I am the better flyier.
Tratto nodded. "But why do you always fly/fight at the night?" Tratto knew the awser but he liked to tease Unatarpok with the question. Unatarpok turned to his rider. The night is secial. I can slide in and out of the shadows as a shadow. I have spent the night flying invisably and waiting for the day to end. I will only chase a female who is of the night. Tratto did not push it. Together the pair swooped and dove all afternoon. And when night came, watchers from the ground gasped as they seemed to dissaper in the night.Unatarpok glided silantly. Then Tratto felt his bond stiffen. "What do you smell?" He asked. Arrithma Was all Unatarpok said. The black-blue swooped low and Tratto could see the outline of Arrithma, His evil twins horned blue dragon, with Nefiro on his back. Arrithma dove down, flying like a speeding buttet. Unatarpok swerved, causing Arrithma's deadly horn to miss its mark. He struck, wiping out his tail and slaping Arrithma hard on his back as he plowed past. Arrithma arched and slashed Unatarpok with his claws. But it was like fighting with a shadow. Tratto snaped out of his trance. "Unatarpok! Stop, we are too evenly matched!" Nefiro called to Arrithma. "Stop for now, we will get them when we are stronger!" Arrithma and Unatarpok both dissapered. Unatarpok , into the night. Arrithma into teloprtation.
That night Tratto tended to Unatarpok 's slash, but it would not scar, like Tenken's knife. Tratto raged at how the assain had hurt his dragon while he was in the egg, but Unatarpok was strong, he had survived. And I choose you, my rider. You are mine and no one elses. Tratto smiled. That night they left the healing den. Tratto had found a place for them to stay, Twin Moon. They were welcomed by Brierfox herself. She and her black gold gave them a caven in their complex. "Tomarrow you will join an Arrow. And I will not have you and your brothers dragons fighting!" Tratto froze. Nefiro was here too. He had little time to concider it as he sliped into a peaceful sleep, leaning on his Unatarpok.
Tratto impressed at The Healing Den.
Stats:
Name:Tratto
From:Earth
Species:Black fox shapeshifter.
Personality:Loving, loyal, cougages and very reckless.
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