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The sleek dragon rested his head on the top of a large boulder in the mountains, he lay hidden in the large mountains shadow, although he was only catching some shade before returning into the blazing suns heat, he lifted his large head and sniffed the air, he smelled the scent of a nearby village and was confused, as he had never noticed it there before, he grunted and stood up on his back legs to take of, he did and began flying towards the village with hunger in his stomach and the lust for blood in his eyes...

(Just join in, no need to ask, you can be anything in this RP, enjoy)

Drago walked through the forest. I must make it before night, he thought. He looked at the sky. The sun wasn 't going down yet, but he still had a long way to go. He sighed. He was tired, he travelled a whole day...
After a hour, he arrived to mountains. And not too far away, he saw a village.
"That. Is. Awesome! I travelled for so long! Finally a village! he said happily.
He looked at the sky again, checking what time is it. And he saw a dragon, flying towards the village.
"Are you... Kidding..." he said, totally shocked, "A-a dragon? Maybe he can help me with finding them... Wait a second! What is he trying to do?"

A majestic dragon head rose from the center of the village. "WHY ARE YOU INVADING MY TERRITORY?" she yelled at the approaching menace. "THIS IS MY PLACE. GO AWAY UNLESS YOU WANT TO JOIN ME IN GLORY AND FAME. OR, YOU KNOW, BE DESTROYED." At the sound of her bugle to the skies, a motley group of farmers from the village ran to its perimeters, shouting and waving pitchforks. Hardly an intimidating sight, Sholtari knew, but they gave her a little confidence and their loyalty warmed her heart. "APPROACH IF YOU DARE!" She sounded her last trumpeting challenge and waited, staring down the intruder with one eye, her head turned sideways and looking as regal and superior as possible.

The village of Pugna had never been one for bright and sunny days. Gloomy and dark it had been for thousands of years, ever since the attack from an undead army. The village was never able to fully recover, and its descendants could only honor their ancestors. It was a town decision to always remember the dead.

As the dragon began to soar towards the village, the necromancer Isemon the Corrupted watched from the shadows, an eyebrow of his raising in curiosity once he saw the dragon. The creature could prove useful in his new army of the undead. The pale, corrupted sorcerer began to move swiftly out of the shadows into the light, his staff dragging slightly behind him, his black cloak making him easily spotted in the contrast of the light.

What is this evil blackness moving through my village? Sholtari wondered. She glared at the figure, narrowing her eyes as she sensed its powerful magic and malicious intentions. She bent her head to the ground, a mighty feat for one so tall, and whispered (this is relative: it was a quiet roar) to one of the farmers, "Follow that being and find out what he's up to. I'm very sorry if he turns you into a frog. That's out of my control." She continued watching the dark form until it passed out of her line of sight, behind an untidy clump of buildings, then returned her scowl to the winged beast approaching. "I REMIND YOU, I AND MY ALLIES WILL DESTROY YOU IF PROVOKED. TURN BACK BEFORE YOU ENCOUNTER YOUR DOOM. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE." She returned her face to ground-level and inquired of a smart-looking human, "That is the appropriate phrase, is it not?" The person quailed with her closeness and nodded, not daring to defy those fierce, glowing eyes. In a thick accent, he replied shakily, "Ay dew berlieve it was carrect, milaydy." Sholtari, reassured and immediately back to her queenly state, kept her eyes on the sky.

The dark sorcerer almost glided among the towering buildings, his black cloak continuing to cover his face. He was quite absent-minded until the villager began to trudge toward Isemon, in which he quickly turned around, peering at the villager with a dark glare, which was concealed with his hood. He decided to play it cool, and act. Removing his scowl as he took the hood away from his face, putting on a friendly glare. "Oh, hello! I apologize for trespassing," the sorcerer said with a light, calm accent.

A red eyed god watched from the mountain tops not far beyond the village. An odd sight for him to stumble upon. A necromancer, or shade as they were called in his homeland, and two dragons, ready for battle. He smiled to himself slightly as his golden tail gave a twitch. This would prove to be most interesting, he could feel it. With less then a twitch of the eye, he disappeared from his place, only to reappear on a ledge farther down and closer to the village. He wouldn't enter the small rickety town just yet, He would watch first, and see if his help was needed.

//Cough. This isn't the RP you know.

The villager squirmed in fear and, staring at the evil being's jerky, unnatural movements, said too loudly, "Er, erm, sir, ah, Her Majesty Sholtari requires, er, knowledge of your whereabouts and motives, erm, for being here...so...do you have a, m-message for her? To send back? With me? So I can tell her? What you wanted to tell her?" The young villager stood awkwardly while the sorcerer contemplated him coldly.

The dark-hooded sorcerer peered around the village with a hint of curiosity. Despite being here only for the expansion of his undead army, Isemon did enjoy interesting sights, and this village had an abundance of them, for a small town. Along he went, with a wicked chuckle every now and then with remembrance of his various schemes.

With one sentence, Isemon already began to loathe the sight of the pitiful annoyance that was the villager. Yes, tell Her Majesty-" the sorcerer interrupted himself, bursting forward and grabbing the pathetic villager by the throat. He didn't bother with the facade of the accent. His true, raspy tone was revealed.

It was then the the god showed himself to the town, appearing before the necromancer. His solid red eyes locked onto the dark beings own.
"It would be best if you let him go."
He said in a cool tone. His voice was deep, smooth, and held a slight english accent. His clothes seemed to be what one of a royal family would wear.

The necromancer covered up a bit of a startle as the god appeared before him. Of course that detail was unbeknownst to him, and thus Isemon acted as if he was the superior already. He gave a guffaw of pure arrogance. "No, it would be best, foolish one, if you leave this place. I am not in the mood for unnecessary killings today, as I've much work to do."

The villager's neck and face began to purple, and he choked out gurgling sounds as saliva built up in his mouth. He began to feebly kick at the sorcerer, to no avail. When the glowing red eyes of the god appeared in the weakly gagging man's vision, his eyebrows shot up, and his struggles gained some strength. As they discussed his life, the man felt his consciousness slowly slipping away as his oxygen-lacking body dropped into a faint.

Moving with unimaginable speed, Lupus lept forward. He aimed to pry the villager from the necromancer's grip whilst driving an elbow into the shadow's gut. As he did so, a bright blue glow appeared around his hand, a destructive energy blast he prepared to throw if necessary.

It was a sight to behold as she came walking over the hill to see so much ruckus in the village. What was even stranger was the place itself seemingly so ordinary and just like any other place. To have this amount of attention from so many magical and uncommon beings was unsettling. She had only come this far to find a place to stay. To unwind and go over the books she had brought with her. The strap had been switched thousands of times to one or the other shoulder during the venture. Of course, it would have been easier to fly. In this case however, she was glad she hadn't with all the dragons causing such chaos. Being in this human form wasn't so unappealing as others made it out to be. It certainly helped in other towns when she needed to bargain for items which she deemed treasured or rare. It wouldn't help for a possible seller to be overshadowed by a dragon for a simple and small thing. Over doing it would be understating that situation. Akirazel's eyebrows knitted together in worry. What was she going to do now? The journey here had been taxing and she had very much looked forward to sleeping in an actual bed. Now she would be lucky to find one that hadn't been destroyed entirely.

Sholtari watched, with concern, as the two powerful entities fought. She returned her attention to the fast-approaching dark dragon. "LAST CHANCE, YOU SMOKE-SNORTING STUB-WING! TURN BACK OR BE ANNIHILATED! YOU COULDN'T TOAST A MARSHMALLOW, DRAMA BAT!" Sholtari roared fiercely and shot a blistering pillar of flame into the sky, above her head. She spread mighty wings and brought them down forcefully, exuding a thunderous whump as they disturbed the air. With one pump she was up in the air, and steadily climbing with each wing-beat. Suspended over her riotous gang of farmers, elegant tail hanging down and horns spearing the sky, she awaited the arrival of her rival (hah).

Vine was laying down atop of a tree. Looking down at all the animals her stomach grumbled lightly. She stretched out her claw's as she yawned out of boredom. She flew out of the tree fluttering over it quietly as she looked below the forest. She flew trough out the forest. Her stomach grumbled a bit, she flew down and rested atop of a tree. She noticed a small mango and flew down quickly gripping it in her hind legs. She flew up a little higher and flipped up the mango grabbing it now in her arms. She began to eat it swiftly in two big bites. Her scales changed into a pink yellow color. As she savored the flavor of the juicy mango some of it's juice dribbling down her snout. She licked her lips and smiled happily to herself. She flew downward to the ground. She clawed the soft grass a bit, She snarled out of boredom and walked around slowly. Swaying her tail a bit as she does.

Mersoth observed the entire event from his perch above the settlement. His scales shone bright in the light. The scene was entrancing, even though it was occurring near his boundary line. He continued to see the destruction that ruined this village. He was enjoying it when he noticed the necromancer and the god-like figure speaking to the dominant dragon. He would wait and see the results.

Selktreas emerged from the ground next to Mersoth. He felt fear just from standing near Mersoth who to him was filled with godlike power and could eradicate him in a second. Why are those dragons fighting?" He asked no one in particular.