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Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

The tiny 1.5m tall dragon was laying in her cut out den. Deep inside the mountain, cut out by her own claws, the wall and ground covered with marks from them, beneth her fury body a thick nest made of grass and leaves she had collected from the forest down the mountainchains foot. The sun heating the air outside would most likely knock her out this warm summer day. However she wasnt outside. Instead she was inside her masive cut out cave, safe from the heat, resting and waiting for the sun to give up its ruling over the sky to give room for the moon in the eternal battle between the two heavenly bodies. Her darkblue eyes opend up and as she took a deep breath her nose was filled with he sents all around them. So far she feelt no other presence so as she let out the air she coold it, creating a somewhat larg boulder of ice. SHe looked at it a bit before playfully pushing it with her nose. As the ice boulder rolled away she dashed after it, playing with her newly created "ball". A happy, carefree sound was let out and she continued to play with the iceboulder in her cool and personal den. As she finaly got tired of the game she simply layed down to eat the ice, cooling her body, getting some water in her body as well. Looking into the distance, up to the entrance to the duged out den of hers she saw the sun glowing high up on the sky. Shrugging she turned her head from the opening, laying it to rest under her feathery wings.

Nallia was wondering, something was wrong here, so wrong so she had to leave her safe home of Whispers Hill to investigate, a huge disturbance in the spirit world from the mountains that humans had once had claim on, something had disturbed the spirits rest.

She halted as the earth rumbled beneath her, near the source of anger and displeasure, her presence giving the spirits enough power to move the earth and wreak havoc if they wanted, she moved on carefully, muttering nonsense to herself.

Quell sat at the watering hole, thinking of whom to be the King/Queen after himself. He had sat there for many hours not coming to any form of solution to the ever growing problem. With the dragons numbers so low, the food growing shorter, and the humans coming ever close to killing them the old dragon knew they themselves were out of time and options. The only way of making it was to find a dragon with enough power to lift the island, or a strong enough army to defet the humans. Neither option was good, both being close to impossible but still they were the only choice the dying race had. This a crack, pop, and other unnerving noise the old dragon stands. He had to tell the others of his findings, he had too.

Siv layed in the grass of the field her rider, Frey, on her front legs. The teenage boy was acting much like a hatchling again. "Please can we go flying? Come on Siv!" he pleaded while the she dragon just looked away. 'you know it is not safe for us to fly in the light of day young one, we may be seen by the armies.' the she dragon told the boy through her mind. The human was not for that answer and tried again this time adding a extra please. The she dragon had finally had enough. She picks the boy up in her mouth careful only to get the back of his shirt. He huffed and crossed his arms as her was carried to the forest. The gold dragon sat him down by one of the caves. She taps on the entrance. "Anyone home?" she asks in a calm, swwet voice.

(if its "My" cave then its far up in the mountains since she requierslots of cold., just thought Id tell you, and Jai is there as well)

(oh i was making a new dragon to have live in the cave. Sorry for the misunderstanding.)