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| Large claws clicked softly against the stone floor, though drawing little attention to the owner, and all of -that- attention was for his coloration and appearance, not the small matter of claws clicking against the floor. Large as he felt himself to be, Tiger Felris found himself dwarfed by many of the dragons about him... and found that his feathered wings earned him more than one sideways glance. Internally, he snorted in amusement. The only reason he was even within the bounds of the dragonry - what did the dragons call it? Clan Akelara? That sounded right... - was out of curiosity. He'd much prefer to be out and about, wandering the land, than he would to be holed up inside in a den of stone. Even with the stone about him, though, Tiger Felris crept along the edge of the corridors, somehow blending in with the walls despite the almost glaring contrast of colors. "Are you one of the new dragons?" Pausing, Felris glanced down at the fairly small dragon that now stood calmly at his side, "Yes." The dragon grinned, "I thought so. I am Ghyreon, and you are?" "Tiger Felris, Felris for short..." eyeing Ghyreon with faint mistrust, Felris watched as the small dragon's tail began to twitch like an excited cat's, the only hint that there was something in what Felris had said that interested the other. "Felris..." Ghyreon gave a slow smile, his wings spreading just the slightest amount, before snapping closed once more, "I have something to ask of you, Tiger Felris." Eyes narrowing, Felris gave Ghyreon a cool look, tail twitching agitatedly, wings shifting with a rustle of feathers, "What." Ghyreon chuckled softly, shaking his head as he answered, "I merely wish to ask if you would do me a favor." "I don't know you," Felris rumbled dangerously. Sitting comfortably, Ghyreon craned his neck back slightly in order to look into Felris' blue eyes, "Does that truly matter? I am not going to ask you to do anything that I believe you would object against." "Fine. Ask your favor." "These dragons that make up the majority of this Clan... they are all that remains of many different Clans of their kind. None of them know what, exactly, happened to the rest of their race, but these and a few nomads or rebels are all that remains." Ghryeon paused faintly, eyes distant and unfocused, "One thing that they do know, however, is that all their eggs survived... but most were taken by humanoids greedy for the powers that such eggs hold and can channel. They wish to regain their eggs, Tiger Felris, but have not the numbers or abilities to hunt down all of them. Will you assist us in this?" "Where're the eggs?" "Scattered almost everywhere, trust me, like grains of sand in grass." "Then there's no hope to find them," Felris snorted. "The Myrsilkains believe that there is... please, for their sake, assist us in this endevour of ours." "Alright, alright! But -I- get to choose where and when I go, alright?" "Deal, then. My thanks to you, Tiger Felris." __________________________________________________________________________________________________ While he was never so very happy inside a building of any sort, Felris knew it was necessary to deal with it, at least for a time. He had met and spoken with Demulcei when he had first found Driolo, and found from her that the desert city was hosting a large frenzy of dragonesses... and that they still needed bonders and sponsors. I don't feel like having a bond just yet. But Ghyreon is always going on and on about sponsoring dragons, so... Well, he's perked my interest. I'd like to do something like that for a change. He had as good as told Demulcei as much, before he had felt the urge to wander again... and it ended up being that he had brought back three other humans for the frenzy, all of which he hoped would bond. And that was how he found himself pacing through Driolo, unable to contain his urge to escape the confinement of the city, but unwilling to leave until he had witnesses the meeting and ceremony. He just hoped they happened soon, like Demulcei had promised. |
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