Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on September 25, 2011 at 04:12:15 PM by Decoy, Torment, Narcissa & D'Elormie


(Oops, sorry, I completely forgot about D'Elormie. Is it ok if I shove him in there?)

The Singlis Rhaniqin chick emerged from where he had been crouched beneath a hawthorn bush in his quick, scuttling way- his spines rattled as he walked. He was covered in them, save for his head- he wore a skull over it, for reasons best known to himself- the dragon didn't speak much. 

They stopped as they saw Draga, the two wolf twins pricking their ears in perfect synchrony. Decoy raised her head to glance at the circling dragons overhead, a small smile on her maw as she watched them, their forms reflected in her sea green eyes.

Torment, though, was more interested in the wolf. The wounds were intriguing, the patchy facial fur hinting at a rather vicious battle. That, and the dragons, were enough to capture both cubs interest.

The twins movements were connected, aligned- it was like they were the same creature, in two different bodies. Narcissa stood just behind them, her head tilted slightly to the left, wine red eyes focused firmly on Draga. D'Elormie, his perfectly round, grey eyes watchful beneath his odd helmet, held onto the Tigres broad shoulders with his curved claws. He liked to be holding onto something, and in the absence of a good tree, Narcissa would do.

"We've gone-" began Torment,
"Nocturnal." Decoy finished. 
"It's too busy-"
"In the daytime-"
"Too many people around-"
"Don't know who you might run into, do you?" 

They shook their heads in perfect unison.
"Our parents died." they said as one, voices solemn. 
"Can't trust-"
"Nobody, these days-"
"That's what our mother said." Torment nodded.
"Then she died." Decoy added helpfully. "It was very messy. Lots of flailing."

D'Elormie, while the pair were speaking, slowly lowered his head with a low hissing sound. Then, once they'd finished, he shot forward like a bullet, his spines rattling. He took a leap, and ended up next to Torment, his claws twisting at her neck fur. He really did have very odd eyes- more like a bushbabies than a dragons, with round pupils so wide almost his entire eyes were black. He raised his long beak up, eyes following the course of the two dragons in the sky, but said nothing.

"That's D'Elormie." Decoy said. "He doesn't talk."

The dragon gave no sign he had even heard her.


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