[.I'm Hiding.] A dolphus.x [.From Myself.]

[cascas]

Talons sharp enough to shred skin to tatters scraped across the loamy acreage as a temptress descended down from the azures in one graceful glide. She beat her leathery wings elegantly into submission as her piercing occs scanned her surroundings with little interest before she dawdled into the shade of a towering oak; its leaf clad boughs providing rest from the rays of flambeau that never ceased to beat down on her scaled bodice.

One might of thought this dragoness had came here with hopes of finding a mate, you could be right yet her soul yearned for something a bit more eventful but her wishes were dashed by one mere thought: What dumb-butt light creature would even dare to approach one of the corrupt alliance. I guess it would be their neck... An amused smirk played her lips as a satanic twinkle sparkled in her orbs as the light of acrimony seeped away, being drained of her veins as more time was passed alone, devoid of company.

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Smash Slash glided above the cloud cover, his wings stretched out to catch the wind and carry him far in his graceful glide. The darq dragon stroked the wind with his wings, more to part the clouds to give him a glimpse of the land below rather than provide acceleration. His head snaked down as he glimpsed the distinct flash of a scaled hide. He smirked to himself, not usually into the company of others he was eager to scorch any lights if they happened to be about. He shifted his weight imperceptivity, forcing his left wing against the invisible currents of air up and his right down he turned on a wing tip. He shot through the clouds like a bullet leaving behind a gaping hole that soon covered itself again. He flattened his wings to his sides and stretched himself out so that he rocketed through the air, rapidly gaining speed. At the last moment, almost to close for comfort he snapped his great wings out feeling the sudden jerk on the joints at his shoulders he levelled out his flight still going at an incredible speed. He was close enough to stretch a shining black talon down and scrape a trench in the soil, slicing through vegetation and the odd animal that came to be in the way. He lifted his bloodied talon back up and his snake like tongue darted out to lick the sticky substance from the digit. He back winged as the large oak came into view, slowing his velocity until he could drop to the ground in one graceful manoeuvre. He eyed the vixen with a shrewd calculating look, prowling across the ground sideways, his wings tight to his sides. The moment his talons had touched ground a mist had started up, swallowing a great deal of him so he appeared to always be emerging from a dark clinging cloud. He hissed at her, his large fangs glistening in the light, red stains stark around the top of the canines were it entered the gum compared to the relative white of the fangs. An advantage of eating bones and all is the bones often cleaned his teeth, though the red was impossible to get rid of completely, but Slash did not care. His disconcerting eyes held that glaze that was produced by his second eyelids, useful for protecting his eyes when he swam or flew and often in fights.