Ariad's Story

Guin leaned her hands against the balcony, stretching her back to push her stomach against the cold marble as she smelled the wind. It blew past her face with a melodic sound, and smelled like burning roses in the Ashen Wastes. At that, she leaned back, putting the whole of her foot on the ground and turning towards the interior of her father's castle. She pulled at the rug-robe mixture that was hanging on her shoulders, patterned in a Tiager-style of roaming circles, and frowned.

I have a conference at some point this afternoon. And the chances of anything coming out of that are quite slim. Let's be honest, who wants to be in Mysteria at this point? There's no use... "I don't think we can actually win this war." She looked around her sheepishly, not meaning to have said that out loud, and hurried inside the castle. Warmth spread over her with the light of several candles, and Guin started to pick her way through the winding halls.

Not caring who Guinevere was talking to, he was able to tell the man was another of his kind. He flew up close to her and placed his giant head upon hers. He let out a low growl at the other beast before tapping at Guin's head with his claw. He let out a series of growls. *Who's this?* He asked, eyeing Shadow suspiciously. Yes he liked to teased and bother the fuck out of Guin, but he was a protective dragon.

He swore he'd seen this dragon somewhere. He was curious about the human form though. He didn't have one, but he thought it'd be fun to have one. Though he could tell he already didn't like this one. Something about him bothered him.

Guin wondered slightly about Ariad some days. After all, a gay dragon wandering these halls was something she was not particularly fond of, especially when her friend soldiers see him. One soldier in particular, Sammael, would probably never forget the day he saw the dragon first.

"Dragons eat what they want when they want to...though we could last weeks, and possibly months without eating anything." She couldn't imagine such a thing. Not after eating a minimum of once a day. And certainly not going longer than a day. A month was something that she would never dream of, let alone last anywhere close to.

When he took her shawl, she grasped at it softly, letting it fall through her fingers in a final effort. "It... It is, yes. I never really worry about heat though... It's nice weather in Tiager, as usual. Creator shun the day when it's not." She reached out for the shawl, frowning softly.

As Ariad placed his head on hers, Guin closed her eyes with frustration. Come on. Your timing is far from perfect. As his claws hit her skull, she hissed. "That's my hair!" And he was tearing it out.

"Who's this?"

"Figure it out yourself!" she growled, dropping lower so that she could duck out from under his head, and stalked away towards the mead hall. "Shadow, if you still wish to join me, the invitation is open. My customs are outdated, but unless you wish to socialize with this," she gestured to Ariad, "then I suggest you come."

Shadow raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, allowing the elf to take back her shawl. The blue dragon had began to tap the poor girl's hair, which seemed like a stupid thing to do. Didn't he know those were sharp? He frowned slightly, as the dragon seem to be challenging him for some reason...could he sense he was a dragon as well? Shadow's purple gaze watched as the girl growled and start to walk away from the dragon. Fustration, and a bit of irritation was easily shown in her words when she gestured toward the other male dragon. He simply blinked at the newcomer, before turning his back on the dragon choosing not to say anything less his temper rises because of it.

He didn't want to socailize with other dragons. He found them a annoying, and also may be from the fact dark dragons are loners by nature. Once they are born, they are on their own as survival of the fittest law came into play with dragons. He had grown up alone, and had no help. He certainly wasn't going to change now and socailize with his kind. Shadow would rathe rgo back to his ave with his gold hoard. With that thought in mind, he caught up to the girl easily, before asking "Is your head alright?" A strange thing to ask...claws of dragons were one of the sharpest things on earth. that other dragon was a marshal, right? Did he not care about the general like one should? It surprised him greatly that she wasn't bleeding.