Exploration and new friends [Thrika]

[-Brinzer-]

Brinzer hummed to herself in a monotonous melody, cruising low above the mountains. She was out for a little exploring today, because nothing interesting ever happened in the Eastern Ocean. People came with their families, had some beach time, but it was far too tame for other dragons to venture in to, apparently. She hadn’t seen any others do anything more than fly over. So instead of waiting for them to come to her, she decided that today she would go out and look for other people to interact with. The purple dragon was a sociable creature, and very much enjoyed the company of others. Without it, she grew melancholy. And no one likes a sad dragon. It leads to fiery places and torn down trees. Now, the young dragon really hated both those things, so this was the only solution.

The purple dragon coasted lower, falling beneath the clouds. Below her spread a valley that looked completely red from up here. Was that just a trick, or were there flowers covering the ground? What could cause a valley of complete redness? Curiosity piqued, Brinzer had to investigate. So she descended, alighting on the grass, which was indeed red. That had to be the strangest thing she had ever seen. In this area, at least, the shade of red varied from faded almost-pinks to ruby red blades of soft grass. As Brinzer tried to reason some explanation for this phenomenon, she recalled something she had heard in passing about a valley where the grass always grows red. Something about battles and stuff. She hadn’t really thought about it. But as she did now, a small chill swept through her. She didn’t like to be in a place with that kind of history. So a quick sweep around here would be good enough for her. She can’t imagine why anyone would want to come here, anyway. And anyone that did wasn’t someone she wanted to associate with. So she decided that if there were no immediate results here, she would be off to somewhere else. The purple beast let out a roar to attract the attention of anyone or anything in the area, and waited for a sound in response.

[( thrika )]

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[atrb=background,http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss330/Twiggers/blackdragon3.png] Thrika's large claws clicked on the stony ground as she emerged out of her caves. The loss of their echo was an odd sound now to her sensitive ears, and what little light did shine through the overcasting clouds stung in her eyes that had come accustomed to darkness and the soft glow of the plants and fungi deep underground. The lanky beast hissed at the harsh light of the filtered sun, and her quick, forked tongue flicked out to taste the air. It was fresh, unlike the stale and damp air of her caves. She hadn't experienced the phenomenon of wind in quite a while, either. She supposed she was long due for a good hunt, since she had been living off of the numerous cave fish for the last several weeks of her life. She stretched her wings, black membrane marked with war-paint-like markings of red, glowing softly. She supposed that these markings fit her, as she had only noticed that they started to glow about a week ago. Thrika supposed it was just the mark of living in such a dark cave so far under the surface of the earth. Her wings made a leathery sound as she flapped them, taking off from the base of the mountains with skilled precision. She ascended up, over, and around the mountains, scoping out the world that had lived on without her while she was underground. She traced the border of the mountain range with her flight, all the way from the black sands of the western ocean to where the more inviting plains began. On her way back toward her caves, she heard the call of another dragon ringing through the silence of the mountains. Soon after, Thrika's own screech-like voice ripped through the air in response, as her body leaned in toward the sound. As she rounded the peak of another mountain, she came upon the sea of red grass that was the largest valley in the region. She saw a glint of purple in the meadow of blood, and descended toward it. She hadn't seen another dragon in such a long time, it seemed. Thrika's land was less than graceful, as her claws gripped the ground with a thick 'thump', and her tail lashed about behind her. Her slender head raised up toward the dragon in front of her, and even though she faced a bigger creature, she still looked down upon the other in a wise, but condescending way. "Hail, dragon." Her voice was like a rusty screech. She could tell that the other dragon was much younger than her. Thrika looked upon the other with glowing crimson eyes. "Ye curse be?" she asked politely.

[-Brinzer-]

Soon after Brinzer let loose her beacon, another chimed in in response. It was not the same as her own, or similar to any roar she had ever heard, for that matter. It was shrill, nothing close to the deep guttural growls issued by most dragons. It sort of frightened her, but at the same time, made her ever more interested. What could possibly make that noise? Perhaps it was injured somehow, and that messed with its voice. The purple dragon cocked her head in the direction from which the noise had come, watching the skies for a minute until a small black silhouette against the clear sky soared in to view. It didn’t look extremely high up, but the other beast was smaller even than her. Perhaps it was young?

It landed in front of her, and she could tell that she was the younger by far. The black dragon was still unusually small, and this puzzled her. It didn’t look upon her with the same curiosity, but with an air of superiority, it seemed. The purple dragon frowned a little, not understanding this, as they hadn’t spoken word to each other. And that wasn’t fair. Brinzer would be rather unhappy if that attitude came out through her words as well, and anticipated being less than polite; something she didn’t like, but like a child, she would talk back when reproached unfairly. When the other beast spoke, it seemed rather cordial. Which was a good thing. But the language she used represented her apparent age, and didn’t make sense to the youngling who was born long after people stopped using words like that. So the purple beast could do little more than to give the black one a blank look and after a minute, reply with nothing other than a monotone “What?” She didn’t want to look stupid and give the other reason to hold that air of condescension, but she really had no idea what the older had just asked her.

[( thrika )]

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[atrb=background,http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss330/Twiggers/blackdragon3.png] The other dragon's innocent ignorance to what she had said caught Thrika between amused and disgruntled. Thrika stood silent for a moment, internally fighting with herself on how to deal with such a young dragon. Her own age dated back to when the war between the dragons was going on, and all the creatures and lands were divided between the Light and the Dark. Thrika sometimes forgot that dragons were not still divided this way, and it made her angry at herself for living in the past. She would rather just forget about everything in her past instead of forgetting about things here and now. A low growl rose in the black beast's throat, but it soon turned into a throaty chuckle. "Ye name, dear." Thrika corrected herself. "Younglings like yourself know not of the winters dragons like myself have known." Her language was cryptic, and she began to think that she was showing her age. She really didn't look at all like she was over ten years, but she was much farther past that. She would make a great storyteller to her children and grandchildren, if she had any to speak of. "How comes along a young draca to these meadows of blood?" Thrika asked, tilting her slender head inquisitively. "Ye may want to be 'ware of these regions, dear." she warned. "Creation is not so likely to grant favors here, as it does on the other side of the territories." Thrika's voice was but a scratchy growl compared to her once booming and confident voice that she had in years that had passed.

[-Brinzer-]

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[atrb=background,http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss330/Twiggers/brinzer2.png] The smaller dragon seemed to recognize that Brinzer was far younger than she, and looked frustrated because of it. Maybe she preferred talking to someone as old as she, or perhaps she just disliked speaking differently because it could cause confusion. Either way, the purple dragon felt intimidated by someone who obviously had many more years under her belt, going back to a time that could be remembered by few other dragons. There were barely even legends about it. Even if the black dragon was of an unusually tiny stature, she had probably seen some dark days and done some unpleasant things. This thought made Brinzer a little antsy, and she kind of wanted to leave. What could this dragon's intentions be? She seemed nice enough, making small conversation, and even warning her about the bad reputation of this place, which Brinzer hadn't really known about. Which also made her want to get out of there. But if the black dragon wanted to be nice, she would be welcome to it. She was young and still open to the prospect of new friends, because she found that most other dragons already had their own groups, and didn't care about a young one like her. Hanging around someone so much older might be weird, but she could get used to it, if the other was also willing. Probably not, though. But Brinzer probably looked even stupider than she had at her lack of knowledge, because she was just sitting there thinking to herself, more than likely with a blank look on her face. She should probably say something back, if she wanted any chance of befriending this dragon. “Oh, I'm Brinzer.” she replied with a bright smile. "What about you?" She inquired. "And why is this place so bad?" she asked, because she wouldn't know about the battles of the past, being too young to remember and too secluded to hear about it from anyone else. Sure, she didnt see anyone or anything else in the immediate area, and had only seen a few lone dragons anywhere close to the area. There was hardly and wildlife, and the only vegetation was the red grass beneath her. So yeah, it showed signs of foreboding, but she had thought it was kind of pretty upon discovery. Red grass looked a lot nicer than green.