(lmao I was like they can't communicate each other with friendly/angry/sad roars all the time xD)

Ais watched the larger dragon. Hesitantly, he sent Tigimdarr an image of a cave with a question. {Where do you live?} Then, shortly afterwards, he sent him another image, this time one of himself flying around the Beor Mountains. {I live in the Beor Mountains.}

( { what Ais' questions means} )

Kaezier hadn't fed Zaekor anything, just to see if he could hunt for himself. Zaekor was a tiny bit hungry, and he scrambled after field rats, but he would mostly just be able to bite off the tip of the rat's tail, as he was clumsy.

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Hecate is the name I come to. He replied, before lower his head down to her level. "My father should know about you immediately! He cannot come, for he is now stationary, but I can bring him here or you to him?

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Tirr scooped up Shrondurn, who nibbled on his finger gleefully, and tilted his head at Mialöldrí.

"An elf outside of their cities? The townsfolk always said they never left them, especially not now. Or are the Shapes myths like dragon r-er, like how i thought riders were?"

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As a Rider, I am permitted to leave as I choose. The cities are extraordinary though. I just prefer to leave from time to time" she said

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Tirr nodded, laughing "I can't stand being stuck in the city for too long either, but I guess Dras-Leona doesn't really compare to an elven city. But I must return to it now anyway. Thank you for offering to teach me, uh, I'll be back here tomorrow?"

And with that and a quick wave, Tirr loped off back to the main road. He tucked Shrondurn into his coat and followed the road to the back gate from inside the forest, dropping to the ground and begging Shrondurn to stay silent as a pair of laughing soldiers on horseback passed them. In what seemed like an eternity, he managed to scale partially up the wall of the city and slip through the rumble. He dropped into the abandoned merchant's stall just under it, all overgrown with shrubs and forgotten by most of the city- the most action it had seen in a long time was someone letting there horse graze there.

Quickly and quietly, Tirr assembled a rotting crate and dry grass into a makeshift den for his dragon. Shrondurn huffed, wriggling out of his grip after catching a whiff of a rat. The grey-blue dragon dropped out of his hands and skittered away from him.

"No, stop!" Tirr whispered, horrible images of the poor hatchling being discovered and killed filled his mind.

Shrondurn stopped, bewildered. Did people really hate dragons that much? Rude. Chattering coarsely, he crept back up to Tirr, standing on the old crate and reaching up at him with a quizzical and slightly offended expression.

"Sorry," Tirr said, "but you have to stay hidden. Stay here. For now at least. There are rats and birds you can hunt, and I'll bring you scraps."

Shrondurn nodded, and after a moment of shock, so did Tirr. The half-elf dashed through the alley and crept into his home, doing his best to pretend he had just been for a walk and lost the time.

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Mialöldrí Nodded and slipped a little deeper in to the woods, Jedish following her before laying down in a circle and unfurling her wing for Mialöldrí to lay under as she unrolled her sleeping roll. She muttered a few words in the ancient tongue, setting up wards of camouflage And silence.

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(lol that would honestly be hilarious tho)

Tigimdarr almost flinched back as the white dragon reached out to him, sending him images. So, perhaps he was fully feral after all. He understood the questions within the images he was sent, he just wasn't certain whether he wanted to answer them honestly or not. Tasal was still in his cave, and he was a little stingy with the precious items in his cave - other dragons even coming close to his home made him nervous.

He decided to only tell the truth in a vague manner - he sent the stranger a moving image, like a memory, from his point of view - a dragon's eyes looking down at the Spine as it flew over. An answer to the question of where he lived - after all, it wasn't avoidance, and it wasn't a lie; this stranger had sent him an image of a mountain range, as well.

Which explained why he had never seen this dragon before; it had been years since Tigimdarr had ever been even remotely close to the Beor Mountains, led alone the Hadarac Desert - he had no reason to go that direction. He preferred water, and lots of it, and flying over a dusty mass of ground and no water beneath him just to get to a large expanse of mountains and thin rivers really wasn't worth the energy.

He doubted this dragon could speak using words, but he was now curious as to why he had approached him. "Name." He sent simply, his deep voice echoing. He wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't get a clear answer - in fact, he was expecting that.
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The idea of going somewhere else, with a strange dragon, to meet yet another strange dragon, made Rao overwhelming nervous. Relnin noticed, and the anxiety began to bleed into his own emotions. Rao relayed everything Hecate had told her, and Relnin simply stood, shuffling a little on his feet.

"Ask him who his father is." He told her quietly.

Rao relayed his question, her eyes parting from Relnin and returning to Hecate. "Who is this...dragon you speak of?"

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"Ais." Ais replied, after learning that the large dragon lived in the Spine. Following his answer to Tigimdarr's question, Ais sent him an image of a rider on Tigimdarr in the form of a question. {Did you have a rider?}

Kaezier watched as Zaekor caught a rat and gobbled it down. Looks like he won't have to worry about the dragonet starving. Zaekor was already larger than the size he had been when he hatched. At this rate, I should be able to ride him in a few months. Kaezier guessed.

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He was a dragon, but is one no longer. His name is Tasal. Hecate replied, flicking his tail. Tasal lives in the cave of Tigimdarr

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Tigimdarr gave a curt nod as the dragon responded with a name. So perhaps this one did have a Rider, once. He thought to himself. He was then momentarily interrupted by an image sent to him, this one of a phantom rider on his own back.

He would have just said no if the image didn't trigger something in him. Memories he had long since locked in a box in the back of his mind seemed to flood out into his own head, the lock on the box busted with just a simple image. He hissed loudly, snorting, flames bursting from his nostrils, his teeth snapping in a warning at the white dragon, showing that he most certainly saw such a question as disrespectful.

He was almost prepared to fly away, but then he began to wonder. Had this one once had a Rider? Did he still have one? Or did he lose his Rider? The thought made Tigimdarr's chest seem sore, and he growled lowly to himself, thinking. Instead, he decided to deflect the question - although he was certain that his angry outburst probably answered the question on its own - instead sending the same image back to Ais, asking. Tigimdarr wasn't certain how he would respond if this dragon told him he did - or used to - have a Rider; maybe he would tell him the truth?

He wasn't certain whether he had the strength to do so, but he felt for dragons who had lost their Riders.
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Rao frowned a little. How could a dragon be alive, but not be....a dragon anymore? Rao was old enough to know that dragons possessed great power - she wasn't stupid. She knew she was a force to be reckoned with; it would just take time to learn how to control the powers she possessed. However, this seemed to confuse her.

Her pride got the better of her, and she attempted to make her confusion with interest, turning to Relnin. "I don't know whether this is such a good idea. What if he is tricking us?"

"Then I will kill him."

"I don't think that's the greatest idea, Rao." He responded. She was smaller than Hecate - she couldn't possibly overpower him.

She frowned in annoyance at his lack of faith in her, but nonetheless, she listened. "I am not certain if we can trust you, but where is this cave?" She asked, deciding to go the honest route.
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The sun was beginning to sink ever so slightly in the sky - the incoming dark seemed to quite the city of Belatona as people disappeared into buildings and shops. The sunset had barely begun, but here, people seemed to turn in early. Nyraz did not, however. He was always taught to never let his guard down.

He made his way down the stone streets, ignoring the looks he received from those who were still out and about. His hands were clasped in front of him, his right thumb rubbing his palm, the frayed material of the tunic he was wearing covering him up to his fingers. The dark, now-black mark on his left palm was like a disease, but no matter how much he hated looking at it, he had a habit of touching it.

As if willing it to do something would bring back what once was.

He frowned, stopping in his tracks. He was originally headed to get himself a drunk - to end up in some fight as he usually did (and win, as usual) and then end up passed out on the street. He would wake up hungover, the noise of the city hurting his head, and then he would leave, searching for work once more.

Today - or rather, tonight - something stopped him. He turned, instead heading the opposite direction and moving out of the city. The guards didn't give him a second look as he stepped through the gates, moving down the road in silence. His hood was drawn up over his head, his eyes darting back and forth in a paranoid manner as one hand clutched the sheath hidden beneath the material of his cloak on his left hip. There may have been nobody on the road, but being out here meant being open and exposed.

And being open and exposed with no knowledge of how to be alert, or how to protect yourself, was something that he had learned meant death.

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Hecate coked his head. The Spine. And if you are coming, does your human need to be carried?

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Ais flinched, pulling back a little when Tigimdarr responded badly to the question. He snorted a little flame himself. When Tigimdarr, instead of answering the question, sent the same question back to Ais, he made some sort of sad noise, quickly followed by a growl. He sent Tigimdarr an image of Ais' rider riding on Ais, and an emotion of revenge.

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Durazr opened the flap of his tent, narrowing violent purple eyes at the sun. He ducked back inside, grabbing the pouch of edibles, and got up to the fire. He grumbled at the ashes, before muttering Brisingr at the wood and watching it burst into flames. He impaled two chunks of raw meat on his sword, and waited for them to cook. The smell of cooking meat filled the small camp in the Spine when the hunks of meat finished. He got up and walked over to Wuuthra, and gently shook the purple giant’s red-splotched shoulder. “Food’s ready.”

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"I can carry him." She responded to Hecate, looking back at Relnin. She would have to take breaks, given her size, but she could carry him. Only problem was holding on - they didn't have a saddle of any kind, and his cloak from earlier was ripped, not to mention off somewhere in the forest where they couldn't find it.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold on to you, however." He responded as Rao relayed Hecate's words.
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The sad feeling from Ais as he sent the image to him seemed to leech all of the happiness from Tigimdarr - he knew that feeling well, and the feeling of revenge was also familiar to him. This one was young - perhaps there was no harm in telling him that he once had a Rider, too?

He pondered for a few moments before deciding to send his own emotions towards the dragon, indicating that he, too, had once felt that way - although it was more muted than Ais's own emotions, as Tigimdarr had made a point to shut his own emotions away for a very, very long time. He had lost count after a century, in fact.
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The smell of fire and meat woke the dragon, one purple eye opening as he surveyed his surroundings. The smell of meat reminded him just how hungry he was, and he wasn't surprised when a hand shook his shoulder, attempting to awake the dragon.

His head turned, his eyes focusing on his Rider, who stood next to him. His chest rumbled lowly in a sort of guttural greeting, his head lifting, nostrils flaring. He sat up, stretching his front legs out in front of him to loosen up his muscles. He had been sleeping for longer than expected, it seemed - he usually didn't like to sleep much, as these days the need for sleep came up a lot less than it did before. However, the need was still there, and apparently his internal clock was a little off.

Wuuthra huffed at that thought, standing up, turning his
head towards Durazr and sniffing slightly, searching for food.

(Sorry for any mistakes/spelling crap, lol, I'm on mobile and sometimes my phone doesn't agree with me )

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Durazr's face stretched in a grim smile, and he took the larger hunk of meat and held it out to Wuuthra.

Hecate shrugged, spread his wings, and prepared to take off.

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