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Silbahkest

I am the soul of my elven partner, the tempest to destroy our enemies, and when our enemies are felled... I have the wrath to keep them that way.

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a character in “Guardians of the Dragons”, as played by Akantha

Description

Silbahkest
I am the soul of my elven partner, the tempest to destroy our enemies, and when our enemies are felled ... I have the wrath to keep them that way.




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Age
110 Years Old, Still just a Juvenile

Appearance
Dragon Type: Wind
Scale Type: Metallic
Color: Silver
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Build: Quadrupedal with two main wings. Size is Medium to Large as he stands at 11ft tall on four legs. Please refer to sizing chart.
Height: 11 ft on four legs (not including spread wings just to the top of his head). 21ft on two legs.
Weight: 3.2 tons or roughly 6,579 pounds. Just a bit over a large car.
Length: 30 feet from nose to tail, body length is approximately 18 ft as his tail is relatively shorter than most dragons and accounts for the other 12ft.
Voice Raspy and the roar is similar to that of a screech with a deep undertone.
Unique Body Features The scales are not all the same size, they form like armor and when he sheds his skin sometimes the scale reform differently.

"Silbahkest is a four legged dragon with a pair of widely spreading wings. Its skin is plated with metal that makes weapons bounce off without enough sharpness. Silbahkest has numerous horns lining its head and sharp claws on each of its legs. Silbahkest possesses large wings proportional to his body. He uses these to sail effortlessly in the air. It can hover several feet off the ground and blast enemies with wind based breath attacks. Although Silbahkest has tough, metal filled skin, he suffers from a severe weakness to poison, which can easily enter the bloodstream through cracks created in the skin. Silbahkest must occasionally (every five years to perfectly keep peak condition) shed his trademark skin. This can easily be spotted as the once shining silver scales will rust over due to oxidation with air. Silbahkest will simply find a safe place, break through the old skin, and then fly away as the skin underneath will harden the instant it comes in contact with air. It is believed that the type of ores that dragons like him eat have some relationship to its metal skin and the size of the dragon itself. For example, if a dragon species such as himself eats more Iron or Machalite ore, it is usually large in size. By eating rarer ores such as Dragonite or Carbalite ore, a tougher metal skin is produced, but with the price of the dragon being smaller. It also has a great resistance to the elements because of its armor; however they probably are great conductors of electricity which becomes a great weakness." - As written in the archives and documented by an observer.

References/Images on Shedding Skin/Rusting:
A Video Displaying Him Shedding His Skin

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Personality
Fears: Having his species hunted to extinction + Losing his spirit partner.
Goals Living as long as possible with his spirit partner.
Positive Traits Brave + Proud + Intelligent
Negative Traits Quick-Tempered + Overprotective + Vain

Likes
Precious Gemstones, Cold Weather, Lakes (Due to Vanity), and Towers

Dislikes
Rain, Direct Sunlight for too Long, Forged Metals (Taste different to him), and Rusting

Relationships
Ah'Sah Caelghymn - Elven Spirit Partner - Strong to Extremely Strong Bond
Zythil - N/A - Neutral Bond
Lexallin Saphie - N/A - Neutral Bond

Breath
Silbahkest has a wind-based breath that can get so cold that it may freeze anything his breath touches, or, so hot that it burns the enemies like being cooked in an oven. Naturally though it is cold but if Silbahkest is exposed to heat for too long his breath becomes hot as well. (Wind and Sub-Ice Type)Image

Strengths
Aerial Combat, Dives, Charges, Defense

Weaknesses
Poison, Electricity (Lightning), and Rust which slows him down.


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So begins...

Silbahkest's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lexallin Saphie Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Zythil Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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Ah'Sah was sitting on the railing of the Huanth Yanta, tossing small stones into Pymus, the river that flowed through the center of Navanna and eventually met with Ingole Nen. He swung his legs lazily over the water below him, wondering where Silbahkest could be. Where's that damned dragon? Ah'Sah wondered, knowing full well that the beast was probably off somewhere staring at his reflection in some sort of water source he may have come across. Silly thing, always concerned about his looks.. Ah'Sah tossed another rock into the river.

Ah'Sah stood up on the railing, balancing himself easily. Why can't it rain? he wondered, wishing that rain would come. Maybe if it rains, Silbahkest will come running to me.... Ah'Sah knew Silbahkest hated the rain, but since the weather was only chilly and the clouds in the sky didn't seem to promise rain, Ah'Sah shrugged the thought from his head. Ah'Sah took a moment to breathe in the cold morning air, closing his eyes as the chill crisp breeze lightly brushed his face. He jumped down from the edge, landing on two feet with ease.

He walked into the forest, deciding that he should probably look for Silbahkest instead of waiting around for the vain creature to come to him. Ah'Sah let his hands softly brush each of the trees as he ambled by them, loving the feeling of the rough bark on his fingertips. "Silbahkest!" he called, curious as to whether or not the dragon was clsoe enough to hear him or not. Thankfully, he knew that dragons had ample hearing, so he assumed that Silbahkest could probably hear him, and that if he didn't come, Ah'Sah was being ignored.




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Zythil flew through the air, her tummy being brushed by the trees softly as she soared above them. She closed her eyes, a low, happy growl emanating from her throat. She stretched her her body and allowed herself to bask in the cold morning air as it whisked by her. I wonder if Lexallin is awake yet! she thought to herself. She decided that she should probably check on her.

Zythil landed amongst the trees and began to walk toward Lexallin's home, knowing she would most likely find her little elf there. She practically pranced through the trees, excitement in every step as she sauntered toward her elf.

As she was walking, Zythil was distracted by a small family of weasels skittering by. She lied down on the forest floor, resting her wings snuggly against her back, the feathery scales on them fluttered slightly in the light breeze. Zythil watched the motions of the forest, studying the small creatures that were caroming around the forest floor and in the trees. A few squirrels managed to mistake her for a rock as they climbed over her body, their tiny paws tickling her somewhat. She rested her head on a log near her and shut her eyes, and before she knew it, Zythil was dozing off.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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On the far edge of Navanna where a cave reached deep into the earth, a silver dragon scanned the stalactites above him hoping to find a fancier morning meal than his usual rocks. After several minutes of sniffing and reaching up to paw at a few promising stalactites he picked out the one with the most iron in it. Silbahkest cautiously stood on his hind legs and placed both his front paws on either side of the stalactite and made sure his claws were secured in the cracks and curves. Once done, he cracked it by applying enough force to one side and pulled it down. It was large enough to be a decent meal but wouldn't satisfy him completely. However, it was hard enough finding good deposits of certain ore as it was and he would settle for plain rocks later when his stomach begged him to eat again.

After savoring the iron and taking a short nap, an hour later Silbahkest strode out of the cave and took flight. His wings easily caught the wind and soon he was high above the forest heading towards Ingole Nen which was the lake where most of his brethren were bonded with the elven kind. It was also where he had met Ah'Sah who was his spirit partner. His slitted ice blue eyes were sharp and he spotted the Huanth Yanta in the distance. The great river twisted and curved through Navanna like a serpent before flowing into the Wise Lake. After what seemed like seconds to him he was above the lake looking down at his shining figure in the reflection of the still water. Silbahkest admired his long wings and silver armor, hovering many feet above the water so as not to disturb the reflection. Eventually he glided down to the waters edge and took a look around. It was quiet in the forest around him as many of the smaller creatures had fled for fear that a great beast like him would still be hungry. It amused him since he did not wish to eat meat that often, not that he wouldn't if he were starving and desperate. After watching the edge of the forest for a while he turned back to the lake. As he approached it his tail swayed contently, reflecting his mood as the water reflected his beauty when he peered in to gaze at his face. He stayed that way for minutes more, satisfied to watch the way the sun would dance on his metallic armor and then disappear as the clouds got in the way.

"Silbahkest!" A voice called faintly. He quickly turned to look in the direction of the elven-place as he called it. He knew the elves had names and a language for everything but that didn't mean he didn't have his own. Plus, he liked some of his names for things better anyway. For example, the elves called the white-tail-runners that lived in the forest 'deer'. The elongated sound in the middle bothered his heightened sense of hearing. Dragging his thoughts away from his dilemma with the elven language, he rumbled loudly responding to Ah'Sahs' call. Silbahkest waited for a moment more feeling reluctant to leave the reflection in the water and the quiet peace around him but stood and slowly walked in the direction that Ah'Sah had yelled.

It took him no more than seven minutes to begin to hear the faint noise of Ah'Sah moving amongst the trees. Silbahkest was sure Ah'Sah could hear him as well since it was hard for a large dragon such as himself not to step on every twig or make a tree shudder as his wings brushed against them even though they were folded as tightly as possible against his body. When he neared enough to see the blonde hair and tall slender frame of his friend he gave a huffed greeting and stopped walking, lowering his head slightly so that Ah'Sah didn't have to hurt himself too much looking up into his eyes.

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Character Portrait: Lexallin Saphie Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Zythil Character Portrait: Silbahkest Character Portrait: Grail

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Ah'Sah put a gentle hand atop Silbahkest's head. "You weren't staring at your reflection again, were you?" Ah'Sah teased, smirking at his Spirit Dragon. He looked into Silbahkest's blue eyes with his own, something that led Ah'Sah to believe that Silbahkest and he were truly meant to be Spirit Partners. Their eyes were the exact same. He ran his fingers down Silbahkest's neck, scratching under the back of the dragon's mighty jaw. Ah'Sah knew that the spot had a small area where Silbahkest's scales were soft and not hard metal, allowing them to be scratched without tearing off Ah'Sah's fingernails. "That's the spot. Huh, Ellil?" Ah'Sah said softly. Ah'Sah smiled at Silbahkest, his love for his dragon immense. As Spirit Partners, Ah'Sah knew that they were meant to walk through life, fight side-by-side, and live together from the day they came together through eternity, their afterlife spent together as well.

Ah'Sah lied on the ground beside Silbahkest, closing his eyes and enjoying the morning. "We should probably go to the Enmar Thane soon and see what's happening, huh?" Ah'Sah inquired, opening his eyes and turning his gaze toward Silbahkest. He put his hand on Silbahkest's side, rubbing the dragon gently.




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Zythil was awoken immediately when her Spirit Partner touched her, as she could sense that it was Lexallin. Though Zythil didn't open her eyes, relaxing at Lexallin's touch. When Lexallin began to walk away, Zythil raised her head, shaking off her slumber. As she looked around, she watched a squirrel jump from her back, and as she looked up, she noticed a large green dragon walking through the forest. Normally Zythil wouldn't bother another dragon, but she was curious as to why this one was here. She stood up and shook herself out, her feathery wings stretching out behind her. She slowly began to walk toward the mysterious dragon, still wondering why it was he was so near to Lexallin's home.

She ambled up beside the dragon and looked at him. What a pretty green.... she thought to herself, admiring the dragon's forest-coloured scales. "Hi.." Zythil said softly and shyly. "I'm Zythil. Who are you?" She cocked her head to one side, a curious look adorning her gentle, white face. She could hear Lexallin's whistling, but she was currently more concerned about who this dragon was.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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Silbahkest sighed contently as Ah'Sah placed a warm hand on his head. He closed his eyes enjoying the contact before opening them to look into Ah'Sahs' eyes which were of a similar color. Ah'Sah spoke to him in the elven language, his voice soothing to Silbahkest. It eased his nerves and allowed him to let his guard down. He pushed his snout gently into Ah'Sahs' hand as the elf spoke. "You weren't staring at your reflection again, were you?" The elf-man teased with a familiar smile. Silbahkest simply grunted in response and raised his head breaking contact with Ah'Sah with a stubborn albeit lighthearted grunt. The silver dragon stayed still as Ah'Sah ran his fingers down his neck, scratching under the back of his jaw where his soft spot happened to be. There were very few spots soft enough to be pierced or touched but they were hard to get to and for the most part, hidden. Only his spirit partner would have known.

Silbahkest watched his partner smile whilst speaking in his cheery voice and decided to return the affections with a light press off his snout on the top of Ah'Sah's head before curling up on the ground, leaving a generous portion of space between his front leg and back leg for Ah'Sah to lay beside him. He also kept his wing tucked on that side so that it was out of the way. When Ah'Sah did lay beside him, he closed his eyes and laid his head down on his front forelegs. He didn't go to sleep having taken a nap earlier to negate any sleepiness throughout the day but still rested happily. It was peaceful and the sound of nature was returning slowly as the creatures probably began to think that nothing was hunting them.Not yet at least. Silbahkest thought to himself with amusement.

The calm was disturbed by elvenspeak as Ah'Sah questioned Silbahkest, "We should probably go to the Enmar Thane soon and see what's happening, huh?" Silbahkest opened one slitted dragon eye and angled his head just so to create a skeptical look, adding a raspy whine to that effect. Why move when you could laze about in the forest with such perfect weather? He raised his head off of his paws and opened the other eye before giving Ah'Sah the full stare that meant 'Are you sure?' Socializing with any of the other dragons or elves was not his forte and he had few acquaintances. To be more specific, less than three and one of them happened to be Ah'Sah.

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Character Portrait: Lexallin Saphie Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Zythil Character Portrait: Silbahkest Character Portrait: Grail

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Ah'Sah looked at Silbahkest. "Oh, so now you're just going to stare at me? Not even going to talk?" Ah'Sah asked, looking into his Spirit Dragon's eyes. "Come on then," he said. "We'll amble to get there. We don't have to walk fast." Ah'Sah winked at Silbahkest, knowing that the dragon loved to laze about. "Get up, you lazy creature," Ah'Sah said, putting a hand on Silbahkest's neck. "I know you'd rather be lazy and that you'd rather not interact with anyone, but come on, you slug. You can't be lazy and antisocial forever." Ah'Sah put his hands on his hips and stared at Silbahkest disapprovingly.




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Zythil was comforted by Lexallin now that she knew what she'd been fretting about. "You do smell," Zythil joked as Lexallin walked off to take a bath. I wonder if Grail is still nearby.. Zythil thought to herself. She shook herself out, picking a few leaves from in between the feathery scales on her wings. When she felt better about her appearance, she sauntered off into the forest in the direction she'd come from after speaking with Grail.

When she finally reached the spot, she noticed Grail a little ways away. She hadn't been gone long so she knew he couldn't have possibly gotten far. She galloped toward him, ending up on his left side. "Hello," she said gently, hoping not to frighten him, though she doubted that he hadn't heard her come up beside him. "So..who is your Spirit Partner?" Zythil asked curiously. "Mine is Lexallin. She's very pretty to the elves, I think, but I think she looks like any normal elf." Like most dragons, Zythil couldn't tell the difference between what was beautiful and what was not in other creatures. All she knew is what dragons were beautiful and which were not. "I like your scales," she said softly, admiring Grail's almost iridescent green skin.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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Silbahkest stood and stretched gingerly, huffing at Ah'Sah as he asked why he wasn't talking. He peered down at the elf as he continued on to speak about the departure and Silbahkest chortled finding him precious as he scolded him. When you were a dragon not many creatures dared to cross you. "I'm up. I'm up. Its still early and I don't feel like talking much." He responded with a twinkle of amusement in his gaze.

The dragon squinted at Ah'Sah as he said, "I know you'd rather be lazy and that you'd rather not interact with anyone, but come on, you slug. You can't be lazy and antisocial forever." Silbahkest blew air at Ah'Sah in good nature and shrugged his armored shoulders. "If I were a slug I wouldn't have legs Ah'Sah. That would mean I could laze around all I wanted as I would never get anywhere fast and also we wouldn't even be able to speak like so, hm? You wouldn't tell me where to go all the time." He guffawed at his joke before crouching down a bit feeling a bit proud of himself for thinking so cleverly in the moment.

"Come Inlullin Kesir, get on my back and I'll get us there more quickly than your long legs could." He winked at his elf friend jovially.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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"Didn't you hear me? I don't want to get there faster," Ah'Sah chuckled. "I'd rather just stroll in order to get there. You're always in such a rush, unless you're looking at your own reflection." He gave Silbahkest a judging glare. He loved the beast, but he was so vain and complex. Ah'Sah had more of a sense of simplicity about himself. "I hope it rains today," he said, looking to Silbahkest for a reaction. He hopped up onto a rock, the arrows in the quiver upon his back clinking together softly. "Maybe we should go hunting first," Ah'Sah suggested. "Maybe we can snag enough white-tail-runners for a feast tonight." Ah'Sah put emphasis on his dragon's word for deer; he found it endearing that Silbahkest refused some of the traditional elven names for things and preferred his own names. "What do you think? Do you think ten would be enough? Or maybe we should go for twenty white-tail-runners!" Ah'Sah's voice was excited and childish over the thought. "Of course, you'll have to carry them all for me, Silb. I have rope to tie them to your back so that it's easier for you." Ah'Sah put a hand on his friend's neck, rubbing it gently. "What do you think? Want to go hunting with me?" Ah'Sah smiled enthusiastically, hoping that Silbahkest would agree.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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Silbahkest stared at Ah'Sah as he said, "Didn't you hear me? I don't want to get there faster, I'd rather just stroll in order to get there. You're always in such a rush, unless you're looking at your own reflection." The dragon replied by giving a noncommittal grunt. He didn't think it was rushing when you could fly to reach a destination faster and have more fun in the process than walking could ever give a creature. Plus, when you are as handsome as me, you can't help wanting to admire yourself. Silbahkest mentally added.

"I hope it rains today," Ah'Sah commented as his blue eyes gazed upon Silbahkests'. The elf surely knew he didn't like the rain after the many times Silbahkest had tried to stuff himself anywhere it was dry and warm when a downpour started. A select few of those times being the slender elf's home. Was he being sarcastic? Either way Silbahkest kept his jaws shut, only giving Ah'Sah a scowl instead. He followed Ah'Sah cautiously, watching him leap up onto the rocky outcrop to peer into the forest. Ah'sah began speaking, "Maybe we should go hunting first," He paused causing Silbahkest to approach on his left side to see what he saw. "Maybe we can snag enough white-tail-runners for a feast tonight." Ah'Sah finished with emphasis on the name Silbahkest had for 'deer'. Silbahkest opened his jaws just slightly in a dragon-like grin as Ah'Sah went on. "What do you think? Do you think ten would be enough? Or maybe we should go for twenty white-tail-runners!" Ah'Sah's voice was jubilant and it caused excitement to course through Silbakest's veins. An enthusiastic hiss escaped his maw and his claws sunk into the earth underneath them.

A hunt would be perfect to show off to all the other spirit partners just how great Ah'Sah and his-truly were. "Of course, you'll have to carry them all for me, Silb. I have rope to tie them to your back so that it's easier for you." Ah'Sah put his hand on Silbahkest's neck petting tenderly. It elicited a small pause as Silbahkest turned his gaze from the promising forest to the elf at his side. "What do you think? Want to go hunting with me?" Ah'Sah questioned and Silbahkest heard the hopefulness in his voice. His tail lightly thumped the ground as he pretended to be in deep thought before he gave a hearty snort. "If it's with you I would any day my friend." Silbahkest nudged the elfs' shoulder affectionately with his nose.

"Would you like me to hunt aerially? I can see you below and if your prey runs, they won't get far!" Silbahkest huffed confidently before adding, "Plus, I give you the honor of saying that you move much more quietly in the forest than I do. I'll do better in the sky, silent as the raptor-birds and swoop down on those who think they are safe." Menace entered his voice but it was directed into the forest and his eyes narrowed on the trees beyond the two standing there. Silbahkest spread his wings, flapping them delicately to test them. He was eager to start the hunt.

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Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Silbahkest

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"Just be careful not to mangle the ones you catch," Ah'Sah said, giving his friend a look. "We can't eat them if they're torn up, so be gentle. Get up in the sky, Silb." Ah'Sah hopped down from the rocks, landing silently, and was off. He removed his bow from his back and nocked an arrow, moving swiftly and silently through the trees. He came upon the edge of a clearing, where he could see a group of deer. Carefully, he shot arrows at them, hitting eight of them and taking them down easily. He saw at least four get away from him, though, and he hoped Silbahkest could pick up his slack. He moved toward the dead deer and began removing the arrows from them.

Ah'Sah sat down in the middle of the clearing, cleaning off his arrows quietly. I hope Silbahkest found the other four deer. Twelve is a good number to bring back.. Ah'Sah thought to himself. He could already taste the meat, succulent and tender. His mouth watered slightly at the thought.

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Character Portrait: Lexallin Saphie Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Zythil Character Portrait: Silbahkest Character Portrait: Grail

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"Just be careful not to mangle the ones you catch," Silbahkest scoffed at the notion but slyly winked at his friend as Ah'Sah returned his response with a look. Silbahkest waited a second after Ah'Sah had entered the trees before leaping into the air and casting out his wings. He flapped them vigorously gaining altitude within minutes. Soon he was gliding just below the clouds, gliding between each one spread across the sky so that he wouldn't cast a shadow. Also, his silver skin would blend semi-nicely with the gray cloud cover.

His gaze searched the greenery beneath until he spotted Ah'Sah sneaking up on a herd of deer. Silbahkest watched as he cleverly kept downwind of them before killing a good number of them much to the white-tail's surprise. Four of the deer galloped away but Silbahkest followed them easily as he moved much faster. He watched them slow at a distance and pick their way to another clearing. Once they resumed grazing he hovered to watch them. They were nervously picking at the grass, glancing every which way at the forest. Howver, they did not realize that their enemy was coming from the sky.

Silbahkest tucked his wings in and fell from the sky, slicing through the air like an arrow. The ground rushed up to meet him and he tilted himself just slightly to angle for just the right spot where to could catch at least three of the four. When he reached ten feet above the ground he spread his wings and tilted them back catching the wind. The force of the stop caused him slight pain in the joints where his shoulders met his wings but it was bearable and he spread his hind talons. The first deer didn't even scream as he crushed it soft throat with his back paws, all five talons sinking into warm flesh as he landed on it a little harder than expected. His tail swept out to smack two deer to the side, the spear like weapon at the end sinking into a shoulder as it impacted. He was immediately pleased by the sound of bones snapping. The fourth deer who had frozen itself into place started with a squeal and tried to dart away but silbahkest darted forward, jaws wide, and grabbed the deer by the haunches. He hissed happily as it squirmed only managing to hurt itself further as Silbahkest's fangs worked deeper into it's tender muscles. However, Silbakest was no torturer and Ah'Sah had taught him to be respectful. He set the deer down and held it down by his front talons before delivering a quick bite to the throat of the creature, efficiently ending its life. Silbahkest gathered the deer together after killing the other two who had moving no more than a few inches, mewling in desperate pain. He spread his wings and secured one deer in his back talons and another by his front and took the other two by the throats in his jaws. Soon, he was in the air again and returning to Ah'Sah.

When he neared, he noticed something happening. A small female elf laid beneath Ah'Sah and seemed to have passed out as with a closer inspection seemed to be alive. Silbahkest narrowed his gaze but trusted his friend to handle the situation until a little fairy-like dragon swooped down on Ah'Sah, baring it's teeth. Silbahkest started with a growl and glided down to another section of the forest, setting the deer down angrily. He wasted no time and moved on the clearing where Ah'Sah and the dragon faced off and tuned in to what they were saying. He didn't move a muscle, or barely breath to reveal his location but he did tense unbearably. If that dragon so much as touches Ah'Sah, I'll rip her furry hide to shreds!

A roar startled him but he still didn't take his eyes from the little dragon, memorizing every feather as it let the elf girl onto ints back and they departed. Ah'Sah whistled but Silbahkest nudged him from behind with a growl. "I'm here. I was watching from behind you. If that little pest had of touched one hair on your head I would've killed her. I would've ripped her soft wings off slowly." A fire burned in his eyes and his pent-up anger seethed underneath his skin. "How dare they!" He hissed, sinking his claws into the earth trying to calm himself which was becoming harder to do as his temper rose now that they weren't in sight. It had been bad enough to hold himself back but now he just wanted to draw blood.

Silbahkest drew closer to Ah'Sah in an attempt to rein himself in and it slightly calmed in but didn't take away from the aching feeling to kill. He drew in a breath and let it out, nostrils flaring. "Did you want to check out that roar? I'm sure that's where those two pests were going. We can get the deer and then head there if you like." Silbahkest inquired, now thinking on the sound of that roar. However, another desperate roar called to him and he raised his head peering in the direction that the others had flown off in. "Seems they need our help as well. I think that may have been the annoying fairy-dragon that just left. Something is happening. Dragons don't usually call for aid I believe.." He murmured, whipping his tail angrily.

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Character Portrait: Lexallin Saphie Character Portrait: Ah'Sah Caelghymn Character Portrait: Zythil Character Portrait: Silbahkest Character Portrait: Grail

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Silbahkest began his task of picking up the deer and hanging their bodies in the limbs of the stronger trees. He hoped that the blood smell would not bring bears or other predator's but he had another priority at the moment. Worry ate at him as the image of Ah'Sah disappearing into the trees to go ahead repeated in his mind. He finished his task in minutes and soon he raised himself of the ground with a few beats of his wings and was off in the general direction of the distress call.

The silver dragon could not believe his eyes when he spotted the creature. It was no living creature as it was missing patches of skin, bones showing in some places where flesh should have covered them. It's eyes were dark, a sightless gray that only accompanied the long dead corpses buried in the earth. The female elf was there crouched over a green dragon that appeared to be injured and the fairy-dragon was working to distract the beast. Ah'Sah's arrows sank in but it only flailed seeming to be almost unaffected. Fury and fear for his friend welled in his chest and he decided that it was now or never. He would not lose his spirit bond because of something that had decided to crawl out of the depths of the afterlife.

The air spliced around him as he dived and did not slow his descent. When he neared the creature he let out a savage roar, preparing himself for the pain that the impact would bring. His talons sunk in as the two creatures barreled across the ground in a mess of flapping wings and roars. Silbahkest felt the creature's claws scratch his armor and jaws sink into his throat causing some pain as it crushed his flesh instead of ripping because of his strong armor-like skin. He snapped his jaws screeching with fury and fought hard to take the upper hand. His talons sunk into soft flesh that seemed to melt in some places and was freezing cold in others and just as they sunk deep enough, he ripped the flesh away from the bones. It was a gruesome scene as flesh scattered the ground stinking like rotten carrion. Silbahkest felt talons rip into his softer underbelly as he topped the creature, wrenching his throat out of the creatures jaws with the sound of squealing metal. He just barely managed to find time to suck in air before he breathed scalding air on the beast. The gust cooked the flesh on the dragon's face until it was all but blackened char and the creatures maw gaped in a silent roar, barely flailing, before Silbahkest struck down on the creatures throat throwing his full weight into the attack, ignoring the way the talons that had broken his own skin and meat sunk just a bit deeper. His jaws closed around the flesh and repulsion swarmed in the back of his throat but he pushed on, clamping down until meat shredded and bones crackled. The monster began to lose its fight and Silbahkest decapitated the monster with one final wrench upwards.

Silbahkest turned to Ah'Sah as reality began to sink in. His fury subsided being replaced by pain and exhaustion. This was nothing like hunting small game. Even with his armor he had been injured. Even with his strength and prowess he had to put up a fight. Silbahkest gazed wildly to his spirit partner and heaved, nostrils flaring as he still clenched the monster's head in his maw. Realizing this, he let it fall to the ground but trembled slightly, unwilling to collapse just yet out of stubbornness and pride. Dark blood soaked the ground underneath his abdomen and seeped slowly from just below his jaw. His right wing hung limp at his side from his first tumble with the creature. His metal armor looked scratched and scuffed in some places which showed that the creature had been strong and voracious enough to pierce such a strong defense. Silbahkest swayed momentarily glancing at the creatures rotted corpse before a wave of nausea did him in. He collapsed onto his side and lay there breathing coarsely, his sides shaking violently. "Jukkete..What was that?" Silbahkest rasped before remarking weakly "I better not have been poisoned Ah'Sah. Did those arrows of yours taint it's blood? I outta have your hide for putting yourself in dan.." His attempt at gaiety failed as his closed his eyes and fainted for a few seconds pitifully.

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Ah'Sah knelt beside his injured friend, after having just watch him fight the creature that'd injured another dragon as well. "You're lucky. I panicked enough to have forgotten to poison those arrows. I hadn't poisoned them beforehand because I knew there might be a chance we'd go hunting," Ah'Sah said, smiling at his friend before he passed out. He put a hand on Silbahkest's neck and assessed the damage that'd been done. Silbahkest was fairly torn up, which was surprising to Ah'Sah and probably was to Silbahkest as well. "What the hell was that thing?" Ah'Sah wondered aloud. Silbahkest was still bleeding, and Ah'Sah knew he couldn't keep losing blood at this rate. "Please watch over him! I will be right back!" Ah'Sah called to the female elf as he dashed toward his home.

When Ah'Sah arrived, he shoved his door open and quickly gathered as many bedsheets as he could carry and grabbed all of the rope he owned. This may not be the best solution, but it's better than nothing. Hold on, Silb! Ah'Sah pleaded silently in his mind. He couldn't run while he was weighed down by all that he was carrying, but he walked as briskly as he could, being careful as to not drag any of the sheets on the ground or let them hit trees. He couldn't let them pick up dirt or Silbahkest could get infected.

When he finally got back to Silbahkest, he layed the sheets atop his friend, where the dragon wasn't bloodied. "Hey, help me," Ah'Sah requested of the female elf. "Help me get these sheets over his wounds so that I can tie rope around him to secure the sheets as best as possible. I don't know how well this will work, but it's all I could think of for such a large creature." Ah'Sah began putting the sheets on Silbahkest. "You're going to be okay, Ellil." He put a gentle hand on his friend's neck where it had not been wounded. "You're going to be okay." Ah'Sah didn't take the time to reprimand Silbahkest for his irrationality and impulsiveness in handling the situation, as he'd risked his life to save all of them. "Thank you, Silb. You truly are the bravest soul that I know...."

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"Help me get these sheets over his wounds so that I can tie rope around him to secure the sheets as best as possible. I don't know how well this will work, but it's all I could think of for such a large creature." He was moving quickly, and she could feel his anxiety.

"May I?" She looked at him carefully, as she reached down and ran her fingers in the dragon's blood. "I can slow it down while you wrap him, but I'm new to this so I'm sorry I can't do more." She knew she had looked strange feeling the dragon's blood, and as she stared at the mighty hero, she sang softly petting it with her free hand. "He is in a lot of pain, I can numb it momentarily, but a lot of blood is gathering, when I let go the open wound needs to be stitched. If you can get to my hut I have supplies you could use to sow him up. It is just west of here. Zythil can show you the way." She said this quietly, as to be peaceful for the sleeping dragon. "I promise I will help as much as I can but I need that much from you." She looked up to him. "I only care about this animal's safety, I promise no further harm will come. You must hurry!" She closed her eyes and began focusing on the blood redirecting. She wanted it to leave away from the open wound, not only numbing the spot, but reducing any further blood loss. "Thank you," she muttered to the dragon, feeling the pain that she was numbing for the savior. "Thank you."

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Ah'Sah nodded at the female elf, hoping that whatever she was doing would help his friend. He kneeled down beside Silbahkest's head, gently putting a hand on his brow. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered. He began to walk over toward the girl's dragon, stopping at the carcass of the creature that had caused all of the commotion. He stared at the beat's head, debating whether or not he should take it and try to somehow preserve it so that he could give it to Silbahkest as a sort of trophy. Ah'Sah decided against it, though, getting back to the task at hand.

"We have to go to your elf's home. Can you take me there?" Ah'Sah directed the question toward the bird-like dragon, stopping for a moment to admire its feathery and pretty wings. "I am Ah'Sah, by the way. And my dragon is Silbahkest...." He looked to his wounded friend, still worried for him.




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Zythil nodded at the white-haired elf and began to walk briskly west, toward Lexallin's hut. "I am Zythil. My elf is Lexallin. The other dragon that was hurt is Grail. He said that his elf's name is Sabarya, but I do not know her," Zythil said as she led the elf onward, not bothering to look at him as she spoke. When they arrive at the hut, Zythil motioned the male elf inside. "The things you need should be fairly easy to find. I will meet you back where the others are." And with that, Zythil was off.




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"Thank you, Zythil," Ah'Sah said just before the dragon left. He stepped inside the elf girl's hut, looking around for a moment before noticing the supplies she'd mentioned on a small table. He quickly picked them up and exited the hut, shutting the door behind him. He made his way back to where the others were and walked over to Lexallin. "I'm afraid I don't know how to sew. I can't even patch my own clothes, let alone effectively patch up my closest friend," Ah'Sah said, kneeling down beside Silbahkest's head once more, setting the sewing supplies down on his knee. "Would you be able to sew him up? I trust you to do it, and I may need to keep Silbahkest calm if he happens to wake as you're sewing...." Ah'Sah looked at the girl with pleading eyes. "Please," he said, putting his hand on the girl's hand.

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"Traako, traako, traako," She repeated in her mind as she slowly got up. She held the blood in her left hand, massaging it slowly, as she controlled the blood flow away from the wound. She took the needle and thread from the elf, and slowly began to press the needle into the dragons flesh. She had to do it with force, considering the skin of the animal was thick. "I can feel your worry," She mumbled as she pulled the needle up and began threading the first lace into the other side of the wound. "He is dumb I assure you." She was sweating as the pain was crippling. She felt every action and reaction that the dragon would be feeling, "Where is Zythil?" She tried to distort herself from the pain. Every time she pressed the needle into the dragon's skin, she wanted to let go of the blood, and relieve the pain she was feeling. She refused to cause the dragon pain.

"My name is Lex. You had mentioned a village? I have always been alone with Zythil since.. well forev-JUKKETE!" She cursed as the needle slipped into the wound and she had to dig it out quickly, she was crying now. "Please go find Zythil, can you feed her something? Find her something to eat please." She wanted him to leave her there so she wouldn't be embarrassed as she suffered. She also didn't want Zythil to see her in pain, knowing she would step in and make Lexallin stop, which wasn't an option. "Please get Zythil some food I am helping your dragon, please help mine!" She yelled out of pain more than anger, as she jabbed the needle through yet again, and began relacing it to ensure stability.

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Silbahkest saw blurry images and felt hands touch him but still he did not find the urge to ruse himself. It felt better to stay there in a darkness. He remembered attacking that monster. It was no creature to him anymore. He wondered if it had really crawled out of hell or if it was born out of magick. That creature needed to be reported to someone who would look into it because this was unprecedented as far as Silbahkest memories recalled.

Ah'Sahs' voice disturbed the memory of the creature, "Thank you, Silb. You truly are the bravest soul that I know…." If Silbahkest had been assured he had control over his body he would have smiled. 'I only did it for you Ah'Sah. I'll never let you die if I can help it.' He thought proudly.

After wading through the darkness, life returned to him and he opened one eye peeking at his surroundings. He was shocked to find that the pain was gone and as he tried to peek down at his body, his gaze caught on Ah'Sah who had a look of worry as he looked upon something. Silbahkest let his gaze travel further and noticed the pest elf girl sewing him up. Sweat dripped off her forehead as she worked hard but that didn't explain why he felt no pain. Silbahkest growled but only raised his head making sure to keep still so as not to disturb her. Sound returned a moment later and he heard her screaming, "..Your dragon, please help mine!" He turned his head slowly and peered around to catch sight of the fairy-dragon. Was it hurt too? Perhaps in his tousle he had hit her? Or did the monster hurt her beforehand? Another growl rippled it's way out of his throat and anger surged in his breast, not directed at the other dragon but at the monster. He turned back to look at the female elf and sniffed sourly. "I'm fine." He glanced at Ah'Sah and attempted a smirk. "Just a little pissy that some monster almost bested me. I won't hurt her since she has my gratitude for stitching me up. It excuses her peskiness from earlier." He huffed lightheartedly and returned to watching the she-elf, determined to figure out how he was numbing him.

While she was stitching he murmured in his rough voice, "Perhaps you should also help the green dragon. It seems to be injured as well. The injury to my throat is only a minor scratch. No stitches are needed there." He paused. "Relax, you are doing fine." He cooed hoping to sooth her shaking hands although it sounded a bit awkward. He wasn't used to trying to sooth any elf but Ah'Sah. It felt abnormal to even be talking to this female. Nevertheless he continued in a soft voice. "Your fairy-dragon, I mean, your dragon must be attributed with ice. I felt it on the monster's hide. She did well. Although you should probably just check her for injury as well." He trailed off unsure of what to say before deciding to ask, "How did you numb me?" Curiosity bested him unlike the monster had.

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"How did you numb me?" Lexallin pulled the last stitch through, tied a knot and let the needle dangle on the excess thread. She grabbed her knife with her now free hand, and cut the thread beside the knot.

"I moved your blood from the wound, which made it lose feeling. I made it fall asleep sort of speak. Don't thank me yet though, I can't do this forever." The pain was unbearable, she felt woosy. "This should help for now, it should give you time to fly home if you can manage it." She hardly managed the words, silently begging for him not to fly in this condition. She turned to Zythil apologetically, "Are you okay?" She said softly to her spirit dragon, praying that she was unharmed. "Actually," she turned to the other elf, "If you would prefer to prevent him more pain, you both can stay at our home tonight." She asked this hopefully, unable to bare more suffering.

"There I could keep an eye on your friend here," she motioned to the wounded dragon, "And you and Zyth can take your deer back to your village before they rot." She felt guilty signing Zythil up for work, but hoped she would understand.

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Zythil bared her teeth, exposing each and every one of her massive fangs. A wolf was threatening her Lexallin and Zythil was not happy about it. But she noticed that the wolf turned to Grail, and then spoke. A talking wolf?! Zythil wondered. "What matter of creature are you?!" Zythil growled, moving closer to Lexallin, her furry scales and feathery wings ruffling in anger. She sensed that something was off about the creature, and it bothered her immeasurably that she couldn't figure out what it was. She kept both feet on either side of Lexallin, standing over her for protection from the beast. "Are you some kind of demon??" Zythil demanded, the nostrils flaring, teeth still bared. "Why can you speak, wolf?!" Zythil was angry because she was confused. She did not like being confused, so she tended to turn to a state of acrimony.

She decided to put herself between Lexallin and the demon-wolf, guarding her Spirit Partner. She did not put her head down; instead, she kept her eyes upon the demon-wolf, her dentition never ceasing to show. She refused to relax her body, as she felt put off by the strange, demon-wolf creature.




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Ah'Sah stared at the elf girl, debating her offer of staying at her house. She mentioned the deer. "The deer aren't important.... I'm sure that some beast will be grateful we did their work for them. I will, however, go back and take one with us. We can enjoy some deer after everything that's happened. My village can manage on their own," he said, looking at Silbahkest. "I'll be back in a moment." And with that, he was off, rushing through the forest lightly, his feet navigating the ground with precision. When he arrived at the clearing, he took the deer out of the tree, slinging one of them onto his shoulders. It was heavy, but nothing he couldn't manage.

With the heft of the deer weighing him down, he was forced to walk back to the others. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scents of the forest. He could smell everything, including the dead deer on his back, but his senses could push past that overbearing scent and pick up the smells of the trees and other plants, the smell of the earth as it was disturbed by his steps. When he finally got back to the others, he gently laid the deer down on a rock nearby them. "How is he?"

Just then, a large, silver wolf came bounding in, growling and angry. Ah'Sah's defenses rose, as he readied himself for the wolf to attack them. Instead it began to sniff at the green dragon. "Hey! Back off of him!" he yelled, attempting to shoo the large beast away. Instead, it laid its head upon the green dragon's neck and spoke. Then, the bird-like dragon stepped in, angry that she did not know what the creature was. He was slightly angered too, as he was also confused, but he did not think that the creature could be a demon, as it seemed genuine enough with the green dragon.

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She blushed as the elf had accepted her offer of the night, and felt the dragon's blood on her hand again, to see where the pressure was.
When Ah'Sah returned with the deer, she was hopeful of her dragon-friend's health. However, her hopefulness was soon altered when the beast jumped into the clearing toward Grail, as Zythil had called him. Before Lexallin had time to stand up, Zythil was on top of her ready for the defense.

She peered through the dragon's legs and observed. "It is fine Zythil, it had human blood. None of a demon." She scooted out from under Zythil and over toward the beast. She knelt beside it carefully, and took ease as she reached for her knife gently, as to not spook the animal. "I can help him with the pain, but cannot fix broken wings. To help with pain, I need his blood." She took the knife and slid it down the center of her hand, not showing any pain. She didn't want the wolf to see her as hurting her friend, rather than helping.

"I can move the blood, so it goes numb. It will feel better. Ah'Sah," She motioned for him to step forward. "can relocate the broken bone, so we can set it with wood. I can keep it without pain, if you let me." She slowly cut a small incision on the beast, and drew it's blood from the blade. "Breathe, you are tired." She said to the wolf, it's heart beating fast. "Attacking me will only hurt your friend." She closed her eyes, and started to move the blood in Grail's body away from his broken wing.

As soon as she knew the area had no circulation, she called to Ah'Sah, "Now!"

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"I think this is a trick of magic. It has the elven's scent and I sense its intelligence. However, do what you please with it. I may be wrong," Silbahkest whispered into Ah'Sah's ear. Lexallin had been talking about Grail's wing, but Ah'Sah was more focused on the giant silver wolf. "Now!" Lexallin called, and Ah'Sah snapped from his trance-like state. He remembered her saying something about setting the dragon's wing, as it was broken. She doesn't expect me to set the wing does she?! Ah'Sah thought to himself. "I don't know how to set a dragon's wing. I'd rather not, as well, as I'd rather not accidentally cause the poor thing to never be able to fly again by setting the wing wrong. It'd be better if you had someone else help you." Ah'Sah felt sorry for Grail, and his wing, but he didn't want to cause further damage due to his lack of knowledge on dragon wings.

"What about you?" He directed the question toward the wolf. "Wait.... That's stupid.... You have paws, not hands." Ah'Sah was practically slapping himself in the face over his stupidity. He sat down beside Lexallin, wishing he could be of more help.




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OOC: How I imagine Zythil's voice..lol

Zythil moved slowly toward the wolf, teeth still bared, and sniffed the air around the large, silver beast. It smelled like an elf, and like a wolf. "If you are no demon, wolf, then what are you?" Zythil was showing a side of herself that only Lexallin had seen, and even she had only seen it once. Zythil was usually very peaceful and did not anger easily, but right now, she felt threatened by this thing before her, as it was still foreign to her and she did not know what it was capable of.

A low, deep growl came from deep inside Zythil's chest and rolled through her throat and out from between her fangs like the flood from a hurricane. Icy breath poured out from between her teeth as she growled, though it evaporated into the air before it could reach the ground. She was standing her ground and showing her dominance, something that did not seem as though she was capable of. She was tired of being the "fairy-dragon." She was fierce and strong, just as any other dragon, even though her scales were soft and her wings were like that of a bird's.

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Lexallin was surprised as the wolf shifted into a beautiful elf. Although she had heard of the common shapeshifter from stories her mother and father had shared, she thought them to be a simple fairy tale. She introduced herself as Sabarya, and Lexallin resorted back to the matter at hand. Ah'Sah seemed nervous, amazed, or maybe bewildered, but Lexallin blushed as she thought he was cute in the situation.

" I," she laughed at her childishness, "I need you to rotate his wing at this specific point." She motioned to the bent arc of his wing where it was obviously snapped. "By lifting and moving forward, I can maneuver the arteries to direct the broken wing to where it needs to be. I promise it will work if you will help me. I can't do both. Ah'Sah, would you be more comfortable by holding the bottom part of the wing? It would help the movement a lot." Lexallin spoke with grace, having learned to manage alone without help from any other than Zythil.

The contortion of the blood in her hand began to grow heavy. She held it tightly, keeping the blood flow from the wound. If she slipped a little not much issue would result, but she didn't want to cause even the slightest pain to the friendly dragon. Although she was getting tired, she managed on through the imaginary pain of a broken arm.

"Are you guys ready?"

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Ah'Sah's jaw dropped as the large silver wolf transformed into a majestically gorgeous elf girl. A Lythari? I thought they were only legends.... Ah'Sah wondered inwardly, still staring at the elf girl, Sabarya she'd said, in amazement. "B-But I thought that the Lythari were only....legend?" His voice depicted his bewilderment vividly. Then Lexallin spoke, explaining how to set the wing. Ah'Sah nodded when she asked if they were ready. He put himself into position, ready to help set the wing.

AH'Sah was nervous, afraid he may only further hurt the dragon, but he looked at Lexallin and instantly felt like he could do it. He nodded once again in affirmation.




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Zythil watched in astonishment as the wolf being transformed. An elf girl now stood before them. She called herself a Lythari named Sabarya. Lexallin seemed more focused on Grail's wing, though. Zythil still stared in amazement at the elf-wolf girl, still feeling somewhat skeptical about her, as even the other elves seemed amazed. Ah'Sah spoke. "B-But I thought that the Lythari were only....legend?"

A legend? Zythil pondered. She was still unsure of all that was happening. "I am still doubtful of you elf-wolf. If you so much as harm a hair on my elf's head, I will tear you to shreds." Zythil meant her words, even though she looked like she may be passive by nature.

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Silbahkest narrowed his eyes at the wolf as its form easily melted away into a beautiful elf-woman. His jaws opened slightly in a growl as the sight left him feeling unsettled. He was not fearful, no, yet he didn't like the idea of the woman having a power that could threaten his own bond mate. Silbahkest kept a close eye on the woman as Ah'Sah crouched next to Lexallin to help her patch up the green dragon.

"I am neither demon, nor human, but Lythari, a Silver Shadow, as some of the woodland elves refer. My name is Sabarya, ad I have both paws, and hands." The woman spoke with strength and Sibahkest stood straighter at her words. He respected her confidence but he wouldn't let her outshine his own for sure or think that she would have an easy time fighting him even injured as he was. Silbahkest reluctantly pulled his draconic gaze away from Sabarya and watched the side proceedings silently. He knew was growing tired from the lack of enthusiasm from his temper and although his injuries didn't cause him pain he knew they would later when the elf-girl grew weary of keeping holding of both dragons injuries. Silbahkest picked his way across the clearing to find a spot to rest where he could keep an eye on things but not be in the way. The elves seemed to have everything taken care of.

Silbahkest laid on his stomach and rested his head on his forepaws, closing one eye only and keeping the other on the dragons and elves scattered around. Zythil he had come to see was a little more spitfire than he had expected as she faced down Sabarya still, threatening the elf-woman within an inch of her life. Sibahkest snorted sarcastically at the thought. If the Lythari were indeed real and as powerful as they were in the legends then Zythil might have a decent fight on her hands. He raised his head sizing up Zythil and Sabarya. That would be an interesting fight worth seeing.


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Zythil had heard the elf-wolf girl and was honestly more concerned about Grail than her. She laid down beside Lexallin and nestled her head near Grail's. She stared at him, hoping that her Lexallin could fix him with everyone's help. Her eyes showed the sorrow she felt for Grail and hoped that he would heal well and soon. Zythil nuzzled Grail's jaw gently with her furry nose, longing for him to awaken. "What if he doesn't wake....?" Zythil muttered softly, still staring at Grail, her face close to his.

Zythil stared at Grail's green, almost iridescent scales. "I wish I had your scales, Grail. They are amazing and handsome...." Even though Grail wasn't conscious, she hoped that he could still hear her. "Please, Grail.... Be strong.... Fight...." Zythil pleaded with him, her eyes growing more sorrowful, her wings hanging melancholically limp at her sides.




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Ah'Sah listened to Zythil's threats, hoping that the wolf girl wouldn't detest the faery dragon for being so blunt and protective. He watched as Silbahkest strode off and laid in wait a ways away from them, one eye closed, the other watching sharply. Ah'Sah smiled at his dragon, hoping that he would heal perfectly fine. Ah'Sah looked to Zythil, who was sorrowfully pleading with Grail, begging him to fight and live. His heart broke slightly at the faery dragon's pleas.

"We will do our best to make Grail better," he said, smiling at Zythil, putting a gentle hand on her furry neck. "Things will be okay, Zythil," he added, rubbing her neck slightly before bringing his hand back to supporting Grail's wing. I hope to Selune Grail will be okay.... he wished inwardly.

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Silbahkest could feel the tangible emotion in the air. It was like a cloak of worry and disbelief. The elves had done their best to help the green dragon whose name was Grail. However, Silbahkest knew in his heart that the rest lay up to the dragon himself if he had the strength to pull through. The silver dragon raised his head and peered into the forest hearing the oddest rustle but upon spotting nothing in the brush, he turned back to the group. His gaze sought out Ah'Sah and he watched him carefully, monitoring the elf's mood hoping that he wasn't stressing himself out. Lexallin seemed to help comfort him though and Silbahkest felt a slight swell of approval but quickly tamped it down and kept his expression neutral. Now was not the time for amusement. He stiffly stood, moving to stand by Ah'Sahs side but paused when the faintest keening sound caught his attention.

It was too soft probably for the elves to have noticed unless they were paying more attention than he would expect of them. He sniffed warily but the soft rustle he had heard earlier wouldn't have been the creature that was causing the sound. It would have been much louder. Silbahkest quickly looked over the skies but still found nothing. He couldn't pull himself to take his eyes off the forest and let out a slow growl as the scent of an unknown elf finally reached his senses. His hackles raised and he growled loudly, alerting the others. A male elf stepped from the brush with his hands raised and Silbahkest bared his fangs, emitting a small hiss in warning.



Tahlis Aerlynquis

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Tahlis Aerlynquis moved through the forest quiet as a predator on the hunt. His swords hung at his sides securely and his black leather armor was beautifully crafted, so much so that the fastened belts didn't make a sound, slipping against each other smoothly. His mossy green eyes scanned the landscape searching for something restlessly and his expression was grim. He had left his spirit dragon to play today and had gone off on a mission. His village had been attacked by…monsters. They were creatures of the dead; no normal being. Many people had been slaughtered and after a meeting with the elder in charge they had decided to sent out scouts to search for information. Unfortunately, Tahlis was a decent warrior and an excellent scout because of his powers and he had been first on the team.

Tahlis still clearly remembered the elders words as he paused scanning footprints in the topsoil. 'I fear that these creatures are just the beginning. Tahlis, I want you to find the other villages. Go to them and see if they have been attacked as well. There is an omen hanging in the air beyond the reach of my powers. I may not be able to protect the people if we do not prepare.' A shudder worked its way through Tahlis's shoulders and he tightened his fists and let it pass, taking a deep breath to calm the panic. He was better than some undead monster and he would do what needed to be done in order to keep his people alive; although more importantly, his dragon alive. He had seen the way some of the other spirit dragons had struggled against just one beast. What if there were more? Tahlis pushed the terrifying thought away and continued through the forest following the fresh footprints he had found.

After ten minutes or so, he came upon a clearing of dead deer. Tahlis analyzed the scattered corpses, noticing they were freshly killed. He moved up to one and moved a hand over the injuries and visible signs of a hunt on the buck. It looked like arrows had been used on this one. Tahlis glanced at the buck a few feet away and noticed the slight mutilation. It seemed a dragon had hunted that buck. A thought came to him, "A spirit pair?" He murmured. He stood up from his crouched position and wandered around but stopped upon a even fresher footprint made by a dragon he knew quite well. Seemed Zorazeth had gotten hungry. A slight chuckle escaped him, quietly filling the air around him. He followed his partners tracks around noticing the pressed grass where deer had been and then where the trail suddenly ended. He looked to the air and frowned. He couldn't just call to his dragon lest he alert any other dragons and hunters in the area but he did wish to see her. Such a strange feeling, he mused. Tahlis loved his dragon but felt reserved about having such attachment to the creature. He peered about checking the area for any more signs before deciding that he had seen all he could in this clearing.

Tahlis found the elven footprints again and followed them south. The gait seemed to widen after a while of walking as if the elf had started running suddenly. His brow furrowed and a niggling emotion tugged at his subconscious. He followed it, deciding to take precaution and cloak himself. His eyes could still see his body but any one looking on would only see air, seeing straight through him. An amazing trick on the eyes. He walked for a while but soon hushed voices were speaking in harried tones. He moved closer, silent as a stalking feline, and moved behind a tree closest to the figures on the other side of the new clearing. His eyes first caught on the silver dragon who lay down closest to him on his left. The dragon seemed exhausted and injured but what was most admirable was it's metallic skin. Tahlis admired it before thinking, Zorazeth would still run through that dragon easily. Especially with me fighting with her. A quick job indeed. His arrogant thought was immediately followed with pride and it caused him to grin however it faltered when the silver dragon seemed to look straight at him, before its gaze moved away. Tahlis refrained from letting out a breath of relief and moved back a bit more behind the treelike. He let his gaze travel further over to the furry dragon who seemed ruffled and he deduced that although she was a spitfire little thing, she was no threat as well. Three elves perched near a fallen green dragon who was most like the kind seen in his village and he watched their exchange. It seemed the crouched one was a healer and upon seeing the quiver and bow on the blonde elf's back he deduced that he had been the hunter. However, his eyes lingered on the woman standing near the other two. She was beautiful in a way that commanded attention and although Tahlis knew he was seductive in a lusty silent predator type of way, she was seductive and attractive in the way an eagle perches on the highest branch and screams it's strength and power to the world. It was a power that made men fall to their knees, and Tahlis furrowed his brows as he watched her. Her blue eyes reflected with pained emotion and Tahlis felt slight empathy for her realizing that she must have been the spirit partner to the green dragon. He wondered if it were dying and emotions swelled within him before he could push them down by their ugly heads.

When he finally had himself under control he noticed that the silver dragon had stood and was growling menacingly at him. Crap. I let my shields down.. He thought. Tahlis quickly thought up a plan and moved forward slowly raising his hands. "Easy there. I was just watching." He eyed the silver dragon as it bared its fangs and they were indeed very sharp. His gaze glanced to the other elves and then it was then that he noticed the gory mess past the silver dragon who had been blocking his view. A slight gasp fell from his lips and his eyes narrowed. He pointed with his right hand. "That is what I came for." He cleared his throat and carefully turned so that his back was to the forest and he could also face the other dragon and elves. "I came a decent ways to.." He paused wondering if it okay to tell them about the village and the mission. "See if any other villages were attacked. I am a scout looking for information, that's all. I won't attempt to fight any of you at the moment." Tahlis deliberately didn't mention that his village had also been attacked and that he had some idea of what the monsters were. If they were smart they would make their own assumptions. He slowly lowered his hands to his sides but kept them slightly away from his blades, not that he couldn't grab them if needed now without taking too long. His gaze eyed the silver dragon one more time before falling on the beautiful woman from before. He silently willed her to believe him.