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Eros Bisset
(Dragon Ruins)

Blah, blah blah blah blah, Oneiroi and Ardoris sure could talk a lot. Although, they weren't doing that much talking at all, but he could only keep himself amused and awake by sending his partner funny facial expressions that may or may not be poking fun of her sense of superiority for so long. He was tired, what he really wanted to do was sink down to the floor and shut his eyes, allowing them to crust over in a deep slumber that lasted for maybe twenty four or more hours. His body ached, though he no longer felt like he was in terrible pain, or in the brink of total mutilation. Instead drowsiness picked at him, whispering for him to lie down and fall into an unconscious bliss, to dream of food that had actual taste and clean, clear water.

Eros yawned, Oneiroi looked pleased with the response she got from the others, especially from the fire dragon who agreed with her words. He was happy for her, really, she seemed so sour and lost at times, maybe being around her own kind would allow her to lighten up. He didn't know what it was like to be a dragon, but he did know what it was like to have a fate of only observing the world below, never to interact with it. It was lonely, desolate, where the days blended in with one and the faces around you drifted by until they were familiar, yet still unknown. Though, if Oneiroi got to be around other dragons, it meant that Eros got to be around their human companions, and maybe this would become the first time he ever made a friend outside of the castle walls.

"What's going on here? Who are you four?"

He flinched, turning his head around to look at another dragon. How many were there? This one was covered in black, shiny scales and carried an air of composure, nobility, confidence and a sense of being superior. It reminded him of Oneiroi, but didn't, they weren't the same though they were similar. Maybe it was the way they held themselves, willing to lead and split oceans, erode mountains to reach the result they wanted. He was already getting a bad feeling that this might mean they were in store for some disagreements and even worse power struggles, instead of an unlikely partnership between two stubborn personalities. Eros would hold his tongue though, and hope that his assumption would turn out to be false.

Oneiroi stepped forward, and he wondered if she would ever tire of introducing herself, proud and undaunted. "And we are the same. I am Oneiroi of the Spirit Tribe." He sighed when she didn't take the time to introduce him as well, she didn't even look at him! She was definitely angry with him for acting silly instead of serious, and would probably get an earful later. "I'm Eros Bisset, Oneiroi's human companion, ready to defeat evil." His tone was sanguine, complete with a matching smile and upright posture, unlike his previous tired body language. This got Oneiroi to glance back at him, and even if she didn't have pupils he could tell that she was immaturely rolling her eyes.