Yort

The air smelt of smoke and burning pine trees, the sweet sent of burning needles. The large pirate looking boat that rested its anchor underneath the wooden bridge began to move slowly as a black cloaked figure leaped from the burning trees that rested on a cliff.
Six men came out from beneath the deck, all tall, they all carried swords. One of them stood out, however. The man who stood out was wearing all red, and had dog like ears. The man in the red through himself belly first into the deck as six knives flew through the air. Five made contact into the chest of the five men standing, piercing their heart. A killing blow. The hooded man landed on the deck of boat on nothing but his tip toes, and sat onto his heels.
"Move aside. Tis not you I want." The cloaked man glared behind his hood.
"My soul must leave my body before I let you past." The man in red growled, drawin the first three inches of his blade with his thumb.
"Such a large sword, for such a small person." The hooded man chuckled, drawing a thin, but ten foot long blade.
"Tis a duel you want, tis a duel you get." The man in red clenched his teeth, pulling his blade out with two hands. With a struggle, the man in red held his sword out in front of his body. The hooded man grasped hold of his blade with two hanfs and raised it over his head. The hooded man began to run quickly at the man in red, taking it step by step.
With a grunt, the man in red swung his sword out to the side, using a large amount of strength. The hooded man ducked as the blade skinned his head, jumping up. As he jumped up, he lunged his blade into his opponents shoulder, sending the blade clean through.
"Come on you dog! Give me a real fight!" The cloaked man hissed.

The forest rested quiet as the large humanoid lizard devoured its recent kill, a rather large deer. The beast stood over its prey, showing the whole 8 and a half foot long body to the rest of the forest, his metallic scales shining in the lessening light. He did not need sleep, but it would help to conserve energy, a valuable recourse.

Finally done, Veer left the hide and skeleton of his prey behind as he walked back into the trees. The area he inhabited was prone to hunters from 3 nearby villages, and 2 tribes. He still couldn't figure out exactly why he had taken a liking to an area populated with the beings that feared him. Maybe it was just instinct.

The sound of a fight soon hit the ears of Veer, well hearing holes to be more specific, which triggered an instinct that he had not experienced in a while, protectiveness. Veer began running, only to be attacked by the scent and sight of a burning forest. This only began to make him more aggressive.

From the tree line burst Veer in a full charge. He quickly noted the two combatants, the one in red appeared to have some extent of magic, making him a being that Veer protected by instinct. Thus, the monster's charge headed to the man in the hood, with full intent to kill.

Verza looked down on the Earth from the heavens. On the top of the highest mount in Ayelia, a remote island off the southern coast of Yort. The island was a paradise for reptiles, it had a river of lava splitting the island in half, many reptiles were attracted to the heat, especially those that could swim. Verza looked over all of Yort and smiled. He had created most life, it was his warmth and fire that inspired passion and love into the souls of the world. It could be a great weapon when wielded properly, yet a terrible thing when uncontrolled.

Verza stood in the heavens, they seemed to float on a cloud thousands of kilometers in the sky. Verza could see all the living on the world though, for every single soul carried a part of him. Verza was in his godly form, a towering red dragon, also known as the Red Talon by some human tribes. Verza stood at fifty feet tall and almost a hundred feet long form smoke billowing snout to barbed tail. His full wingspan was vast as any canyon at about 200 feet. Verza let himself fall over the edge of his godly kingdom and plummeted towards the ground at great speed. Wind ripped past his wings letting out a screech as the air scraped over his scaley skin and the thin red membrane of verza's wings. The fire god fell head first towards the earth, he slightly spread his wings and directed himself towards Yort. Verza had business there that he needed help with from the mortals he had given life to.

Verza opened his mouth and let fire billow out, yet all this did was cloak him in intense, orange and yellow flames. Verza looked like a huge fireball plummeting to the earth towards a forest near a few small villages.

The man in red attempted to step back, but the hooded figure only plunged the sword in deeper. The man knew what he had to do.. With two steps with complete anger, the man in red moved closer towards the cloaked figure, the swordfeasting deeper into his flesh. The cloaked man let out a disgusted look under his hood, taking out two daggers. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a lizard type creature coming towaards him, so he launched the dagges in that general direction.

Veer continued his charge, closing in faster than a beast of his size should have. Suddenly, he heard a ping as the two small knives bounced off his scales. The enemy was now obvious to the giant lizard, the man in the black hood. With even more assurance, Veer charged his foe with a blood lust that he was made for. Not once did he halt till he reached where the man stood, whether he was there or not.

The man in the hood cursed as his attack did no damage. Releasing his grip on his sword, he jumped backwards. He put all his power into his back legs and bounced backwards, watching as the scaled creature landed.
"What in the hell..?" The man in red looked at the creature, holding the hilt of the sword sticking out of his shoulder.

As the hooded man jumped away from Veer, he attempted to turn. This process failed horribly. Veer's body turning sent him into a spiral of his side, rolling in the sand till he managed to stop. At this point, the shot up to his feet and let out a very dragon like screech as he faced his opponent, ready to kill if he could just get close enough.

With a chuckle the hooded man held out his left arm, him sword leaving the man in red's body and entering the hood's hand. "Let us battele untill therte is no blood left in either of oour bodies." He glared at Veer, holding both hands over the sword.

Veer didn't charge this time. Instead he waited, in a crouched pose. His head would follow his target, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Veer know knew that he had to strike before this creature could move, as it was so jumpy. On the up side, it seemed that its weapons had the effect of most, but the sword was the biggest Veer had encountered.

When the window is right, if it ever comes, Veer will jump on the hooded man and go straight for his neck. Should he be attacked, he will jump around, taking a few moments to recover from each leap and skid.

As Verza collided with the ground a huge shockwave rippled the earth. Verza stoop from the dust in his human form. His hair a fiery red and his flaming sword Zar'roc slung over his back. Verza even looked like a dragon in his human form, large muscular chest and legs, his shoulders broad. Vera was tall as a human, his face even resembled that of a dragon, his forward pointing chin, his eyes were slanted and looked intimidating, yet curious and insightful. Verza looked around him and saw the open feilds long gras scorched around him.

Verza could see deer running and even a few coyotes feasting on a wild mander, abandoning their meal. The mander was a turkey like creature, but it walked on four legs and it's wings were finely coloured. Verza frowned as he saw a dead creation of his, but thatw as the circle of life, and how the world worked. Verza pointed his hand and the air and let out a huge gout of fire. The fire shot from his palm like a beam of pure energy. it was a thing of chaotic beauty.

The man in Red fell to his knees, gasping for air. He held his breathe as the sword was in him, thinking it could help him some how. The hooded man chuckled, raising his blade to the scaled creature.
"Give me your best shot." He chuckled. He man in Red rose from the ground. With mighty determination, he raised his blade over his head using two hands, and with a circle, mixed in with an extension of the arm, the hooded man's head fell clean off, slashing the hood clean off.

Veer was almost striking when the head of his enemy fell to the ground. The injured man stood, in what looked like pain to Veer. The blade was still in the man who seemed to be Veer's ally.

With some quiet clicking, Veer slowly moved to and around the man in red. He was attempting to see if he could help the wound, but it was not something that a beast would see every day.

Then it hit Veer. The humans know a lot about healing, and a town was not too far off in the distance. At full sprint, it would take at most fifteen minutes for Veer to reach it WITH the human on his back. As such, the beast turned around and crouched in such a way that beckoned the man in red to ride him.

The man in red sighed to himself as his opponent fell lifeless to the ground. The man in red sheathed his blade, but watched in terror as a lizard like creature looked at him, almost as if searching for a weakness of some sort. The man in red watched as the creature crouched in front of him. The man in Red slowly approached the creature with his left arm extended in front of him. Softly, the man in red pressed the tips of his fingers to the creatures scaly back. The texture of the creature sent shivers down his spine.
"D-do you want me to ride on you?" He asked, shakily.

Veer backed up closer to the man in red, making a non-threatening, gurgle like noise, in an attempt to get him to ride Veer. Veer figured that the man was already pushing his luck, and needed to get to the town. To Veer, this seemed like the man's only hope was to get to that village.

If he got on Veer's back, Veer would begin his sprint as soon as the man had a good grip. He would run for a good 12 to 14 minutes to reach the little town in hopes that someone their could heal the injured man that he carried. When at the town, Veer would drop the man in red gently on the ground, so that the humans could see that he meant them no harm.

With a sigh, the man in red wrapped his legs around Veer and locked his hands together around the creature's neck. "Thank you." He grumbled.

With the man in red on Veer's back, the beast went into a full sprint. He had to choose how he ran very carefully, or else he would injury the passenger he was so desperately trying to save. Veer also had to be careful of the bouncing, as that could make things worse as well.

It took maybe 13 minutes to reach the small town, including Veer slowing himself down when approaching. As he walked into the town square with the man in red on his back, no one moved closer. They only offered stares to the beast. Veer then put the man in red on the ground, backing up far enough that a young looking monk walked over to the man in red to investigate his wounds.