hold your BREATH ;;

[eLLISARI]

l a b r i e l

though the fire and the flames we carry on

[x] _{the fell of the soft, moist ground under his claws was exciting, never before had been felt such cool, and soft grounding as this. The smells nearly made him pass out from excitement. It was all so new, so unkown. He could sense the forms of tall, growing things surrounding him. trees... he remembered one of his siblings talking about them before. Though this was the first time he had ever wandered away from the cliffs where he was born. But times were changing, nothing was the same in his life anymore. He was shunned less often, true, but only by those who had grown to respect him. What would happen if otheres were to stumble across him? True, he could understand why they could not understand him, he was an albino, a freak. Something that should be put out of it's misery. But he could not sit back, and let his deformity control his whole life. No. He would show them that he was worth their time.}


[x] _{for the first time in the forest, he was certainly learning. After several collisions with various tree's and rocks, and a couple of bumps on his head from low hanging branches. He was finaly managing to navigate through the woods, using his sense of smell, and general sense of pressence to find his way. A cool wind was brushing across the top of his pearly white body, a pale blue and green shimmering showering across his body like an irridescent rainbow. Not that he had any idea as to what it looks like, as he had never seen it. Though all his life, his mother had always told him that he was beautiful. Were as all the others told him he was a scrawny, ugly little runty freak. Of course, being the sensible fellow that Labriel was, he believed his mother. And has always had more than his fair share of confidence in himself. But now. He was alone, for the first time in his life. He was uterly alone. And he wasn't to sure how much he liked it either.}


[x] _{at first he had been glad for the piece and quiet, never having to worry about who might be hiding around the corner to jump him, or about who might judge him because of what he looked like rather than who he was. But now, he was just plain old lonely. He was not the sort of dragon who liked to be alone, no, make no mistake. If he were normal, he would have surrounded himself with baby dragons, and young dragons. Perhaps joined a large tribe, and helped the females raise the babys, or perhaps have sired a few of his own. But he would never be accepted for that sort of thing, they all said he was to much of a danger to himself, much less to the newly hatched dragonetts. And now, he was in an entirely unknown area. Who knew what kind of rogues wandered these parts, ready and waiting to pick on smaller, weaker dragons. Worried. That's what he was now, worried AND lonely. Never a good combination.}

[Luna]

The forest was utterly quiet, except for the Birds who sang their songs and the crickets who played a silent tune. The daylight was fading quickly as the copper colors of the sunset shown through the canopy of the tree tops above. A cave lay at the Western end where lived a rouge, one who's past haunts her everyday in her sleep. Abandoned, the only surviver of the Great Struggle, left to fend for herself at an age of only 1 year. Tekina was a very lonely dragon, of course one would get lonely after being alone for most of your life except for those months before. All of it, now a silent nightmare that shows itself in her dreams every once in awhile. Death, murder, slaughter of countless of her family all in one horrible nightmare.

The night was quiet, caves scattered the mountain side where her Tribe lived quietly and peacefully. The trumpets of the night sang through the sky as the Head Dragoness returned from her scouting trip with her mate the Head Male. Tekina lay quietly sleeping in her cave with her mother, father, and sisters. The Tribe now rose from their dens to hear the report taken from the borders, it was not something they wanted to hear. They were going to be taken over if they didn't fight, the age of conquest when the Tribes tried to take each other's land to make themselves larger. That night males took turns guarding the outside, but then the first screams erupted from a cave not too far away as the Shadow crept forward, they were here. The fighting moved on into the night, the Head Dragoness and Male were fighting hard, but there were too many and both fell to the dirt. Leaders gone everyone scattered and some came into Tekina's cave and slaughtered her parents before her eyes, her father tried to ward them off but to no avail....she then woke up.

Tekina let out a loud scream slash roar as sweat rolled down her sparkling scales, the Sun was about to set then. Her eyes were drawn wide as she looked around then walked out into the cool air, sighing heavily, just another nightmare. Tekina looked around again before sitting down to rest herself, trying to forget her dream. The crickets now chirped loudly as it began to get darker, the darkness was about to set in on her once more, she unable to sleep again that night. Tekina's nostrils flared as she took in the cool calm air....then the smell of another raced in. She growled low and searched around again, unable to figure out whether it was friend or foe, her deep blue and pink scales sticking out among the darkness of the forest.

[evanna]

thats not fair!the shadow tribe AREN'T evil!

[evanna]

Epithil
I continue to wander through the forest staring at everything in wonder,i was so glad that i had got away from the Elders i didn't want to get a slap just for wandering of and not seeing anything