Delair heard muffled yelling coming from just outside of the town. Had they found the girl? No, she seemed too careful for that. Serrill. We should see what the commotion is. Perhaps the bandits are back. with that they strode from the room, Delair grabbing his sword from the table as he passed. As they found their way to the edge of the village, the shouts became audible and the pair found that it was not bandits but a rogue dragon. He pulled the sword from it's sheathe, fastening the sheathe to his back. They sauntered into the field to see a green dragon surrounded by horrified villagers. But it wasn't what he saw that made delair angry at that moment. It was what they didn't see. There were only bodies, just blood and an empty hole. The dragon had foraged the bodies of, presumably, the bandits. They were to be buried together and unclothed, the towns final disrespect. He poised himself to strike as he neared the dragon. He spotted two men, convulsing and writhing as they were eaten away by whatever had covered them. With Serrill beside him, he charged, swinging low and connecting with the green dragons leg with a solid hit.

Balphagros seethed with joy as the makeshift malitia scattered from his fury. He sat back on his hindlegs, grabbing one of the three remaining bodies between his claws and staring towards the light that glimmered just a ways away. His massive jaws opened wide as he dropped the dead man in. The somewhat arrogant dragon made no effort to hide his presence. In the draconic language he began to 'sing' a song about how delicious humans could be, stopping after five minutes to devour the next body. At the last body he pauses, glanceing at Fiery once again. He called out to her "You seem perplexed by that humans skill, their kind mess with power small bodies cannot hope to conquer..." he chuckles with a deep rumble to his voice.

Confusion spread across Balphegros' face as a warrior and a wingless dragon charged towards him. As the human swung his blade, his own tail lashed out, the hardened spikes parrying against the blade with amazing force. "I haven't come here to fight, only to eat, anger me and I will destroy you." to make his point he inhaled deeply, before unleashing a corrosive steam of liquid from his mouth, covering the last body. In seconds, nothing was left; besides liquifying bones. He jumped back from the duo, a low rumbling growl left him as he backed into the forest slowly.

(I'm assuming your char can understand draconic?)

When Riku awakens his looks up and sees a silhouette of him standind in front of him. As Riku gets up he notices that nothing, but the color white surrounds him no details no nothing. He looks at the silhouette of him then looking down to see if his shadow was where it should be. When he sees nothing he looks at the silhouette again.

Riku: My shadow?
???: Correct.

As an unknow voice speak Riku reaches for his sword, but feels nothing. An glowing figure of an women with one angel wing comes out from above. Just then Riku realize where he was. A place where he knew he wouldn't ever be the same again.

Riku: The realm of power.
One wing angel: Correct again you are the choosen one to get your full potential power and wisdom, but first you must be able to beat yourself.

Riku: Where has my sword gone to.

One wing angel: You have already mastered fighting with the blade now you must master fight with no weapons to receive your reward.

Riku: All right lets start.

One wing angel: as you wish, but warning you must hurry the people outside of this realm need you to prevent a disaster.

Riku looks confused as he gets ready to fight himself. In his head he thinks, "why would anybody need my help. I'm nothing special."

The light burst. It still was floating there. Still in the air where she had touched it. Akira looked at her hand. It had an odd marking on it. It was a circle and a burning red colour. She wished to know what had happened. There was some more screaming, the boy was still not there tought. "fiery, we need to find that scream. Come" She burshed through the bush towards the screams

They hadn't needed to run far because of the screams. Dragon and human. She could hear fiery behind her. " there fiery" there was some light up ahead. Akira burst out of the bush and into a field. In the middle of the field was a huge green dragon "no" she whispered to herself. She had let a green dragon go a few weeks ago. Could this be that same dragon. She looked closer and then noticed that delair was the one making the human screams. Screamowls war that is. " delair, please stop" she started to sprint towards the dragon and delair. What had this dragon done that had made him mad. She looked closer, there were bodies everywhere. Half eaten and some mssing heads. This dragon had been eating humans. She was still running and getting closer to the dragon. She got close and grabbed the dragons thick arms. " please stop" the dragon was out of control. She was forced back when the dragons tail came a slashed at her. She fell back and into a half sleep state. She though to herself. Her brothers dragon once went into rage like this. It killed her youngest brother. Just because he had been standing up for what he believed. " please, stay safe delair." akira went into a deep sleep.

Delair spun low and slid his sword across the ground to keep his balance after the unexpected block. He kicked up a spray of dirt in the process. He growled a deep growl out of instinct. Beside him, Serrill spoke up You claim that you want to eat, not to fight. And yet you stand before two dead men whom you killed when they just tried to defend the honor of the dead. And now you cower away in fear. You are the kind of dragon that gives the rest of us a bad name! It is because of you that I was captured by barbarians and had... THIS happen to me! He stooped low, showing the jagged whit scars that stood in contrast to his brown scales. He too growled, rogue dragons were the only thing that really got Serrill angry.

Fiery moved the unconscious Akira out of the way and put her on her back. She looked at the two fighting. "Both of you need to stop," she roared. these two were getting out of control.

(Woa, bit late I am! But I'm here now!)

Name: Jonan Kirr but refers to himself as Joker
Pic: Attachment 236
Looks: He has red hair that is long enough to tie into a ponytail, but her prefers not too and he has blue eyes. Wears Purple and black 3/4 pants with various belts and chains linking off it. He has a black singlet that is covered by an open, teared, red trench coat. He has a little sack that he often uses as a weapon, but also has magic crossbow which he can shrink or grow to any size (depending on whether he's feeling showy). He has odd socks, odd in both colour and size, and rather large clumsy boots.

Bio: Grew up in a normal family, a family that was really well off. His father was a dragon rider, while his wife looked after the dragon. Jonan often went off on his own to entertain himself, which included exploring. Whilst he was exploring, he found Jonanthon trapped under a branch. In return for rescuing him, Jonanthon allowed Jonan to become her rider. When Jonan returned with Johnothan, his parents seemed to focus on him a lot more. After being trained for severals years, Jonan left home in order to search out some real entertainment.

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Name: Her real name is Amythist, but since becoming her rider, Jonan calls her Jonanthon
Age: 768
Pic: Attachment 237
Looks: Blue and purple scales with a yin yang talisman on her head. Her wings are of an average wing span, and as she is a young dragon, she has a small build, but has extremely sharp claws.

Bio: She is a young dragon, who hasn't had a rider before, but when Jonan found her, she reluctantly allowed him become her rider. Why he was so persistent she knows not. She is average when it comes to flying and fighting, but she can take a lot of decent hits, so was often used as a meat shield.
Power: Illusions

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Jonan whistled an unwritten tune as he shuffled his poker cards. He leaned carelessly on a rusty barbed fence and felt the breeze caress his face. He breathed in deeply and sneezed when a bug went up his nose.
"Gyagh, that's disgusting!" He sniffed and wiped his nose.
"Just like you," Amythist snickered and lazily lifted up her head to give him an evil grin. The sun reflected off her scales and into his eyes.
"Now that's not very nice!" He put his hand in front of his face to shield off the sun. He tilted his head, and grinned through the hair that fell over his eyes. His eyes settled on the smoke that was slowly thinning above Amythist's head. He frowned and Amythist turned her head to see.
"The fires already been put out, in case you're wondering." She stated bluntly, implying that Jonan was an idiot. He breathed in sharply, making a hissing sound.
"Now that's just pure evil. All you ever do is call me names and be mean to me!" He scrunched his face up and turned back to his pack of cards. He halved it and threw the cards in the air. He smiled as the fell around his head and body and landed on the ground. Once the last one touched the ground he turned a pointed in the direction of the smoke. "My senses are telling me to go in the direction." He grinned wider. "They say that there's where entertainment is!" Amythist looked at him lazily and slowly got up. She extended to her full height and yawned.
"After you pick up ALL of your cards. We aren't going back just to get you another pack. Again. Why do you throw them all over the floor anyway?" She lowered her head and peered into his eyes. He peered back with out flinching. He close his eyes in a soft grin.
"Why do you not eat breath fresheners?" He covered his nose for emphasise. Amythist growled and grinded her teeth, and Jonan bent over to pick up the cards before the wind carried them away. "Why I do things you need not concern yourself. Just follow my every order. Care only about that" He blew the grass off his deck and shoved them into his sack. He gazed back out at the smoke that was almost gone and narrowed is eyes. There will be entertainment, he thought, even if I have to make it myself.

Akira, unaware if what was happened could fell her body being moved, but not by human hands. But by a dragons talons. She was layed against the dragons chest. There was nothing but darkness around her. When would she wake up?

Riku jumps out of the as his shadow charges at him with a punch. Rikus tries to kick him while he was turned, but the shadow thought just like Riku and grabbed his leg and punches him send him fly 10 feet away. Riku gets up and runs towards the shadow. He thinks to himself "what if I do something that I wouldn't normally do". Instead of Riku trying to attack head on he taunts his shadow by jumping over him and avoiding to be hit. The shadow gets angry and when Riku jumps over him again the shadow trys to jump in the air hit Riku with a backflip kick, but when he feels that he hit nothing he looks up. As the shadow looks up he is instantly knocked down to the ground by Riku's fist. Riku lands on the ground waiting for the shadows next move. The shadow gets up acting it was injured, but Riku knew better. The shadow launches it arm at Riku. Riku was surprised and discussed at the same time as he saw his shadows arm stretch like playdoo. Riku barely manages to dodge the attack. Riku grabs the arms and rips them off. The shadow looks at the rip arm and grew them back. Riku was amazed at the sight. The shadow formed a dark energy ball in its hand and shoots it at Riku. Riku realizes that he was still in his power form. He grabs the dark ball and adds his power to it. The dark ball starts grow and to turn white as Riku added his power. The shadow tries to stop Riku with his stretchy arms, but Riku had already shot the light energy ball at him. The shadow starts to evaporate as the light energy ball hits it. As Riku was watching it seemed like the shadow was escaping the attack. Riku runs towards the shadow punches it into the energy ball and then runs back to the front of it and jumps high in the air. As he's in the air he does a flip twirl and swings his foot out kicking the light ball. Everything started to shine bright as the energy ball takes out the shadow. When Riku lands and finally could see the one wing angel appears again

One wing angel: you have done well. You might have discovered that you are still in your power form. Well you are permanently that way from now on. Now I'm going to unleash your fully potential of this power and in turn you will receive good wisdom.

Riku: Let do this.

The angel pull out a two new big swords and hand them to Riku.

One wing angel: These are the dragon slayer swords, but not just any dragon slayer sword this sword has the power to change the dragons heart depending on if the dragon is deep into the darkness or if the user choose to. You can kill the dragon or kill the evil within it, but before we start the process of giving you your powers let me say this whatever you do fight as a team not by yourself and do right with the powers never give in to darkness.

Riku: Got it.

The angel forms a ball that looks like the sun. Riku has a hard time seeing so he closes his eyes. The angel lets the energy go and it floats towards Riku going inside his body. Riku's body started shining like the sun as everything in Riku was changed. When the light died down and Riku opened his eyes the angel was gone and a portal was in front of him. Riku feels the power that flows through him as he walks through the portal. The portal sends him to where the light ball is. As Riku wad coming out of the ligh ball it started to shine bright and getting bigger. Then it faded and Riku was standing there. Riku looks around and sees a dragon that he has not seen before and some people fighting it. Riku starts to move in closer to the scene.

As they flew through the smoke, Jonan closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
"Fly a little lower Jonanthon!... Or higher!" He coughed. "Thus smoke are uber gros-" He choked on the last word and Amythist let out a hum of contempt. Jonan patted Amythist on her neck repeatedly with one had, while still covering his face with the other. "Hehe, come on now. Fly lower. FLY LOWER!" Jonan was finding it really hard to breath now. This always happened when ever they flew through a cloud or smoke. His hand turned into a fist, and he hit with more urgency.
"Just a little more up..." Amythist snickered, moving her neck so Jonan could hit the itchy part on it. The hitting softened and stopped completely. She turned her head to see if he had given up. She was surprised when she didn't find him there. Her eyes widened and she looked down. She couldn't hear or see him. She search around te smoke furiously. "Jonan? Jo'an? JONAN?" She called out desperately.
"That's Joker to you..." A muffled voice commanded. Amythist looked at her belly and saw Jonan hanging upside down, one foot still attached to the saddle. He would've looked cool except he was pale and had a light green sheen. He pointed towards the ground, his hand covering his mouth. "Down.....now.....need to...." He squeezed his eyes shut and swung helplessly in the air. Amythist wasn't sure if she should be angry or glad, so said nothing in response, but started to glide down to the ground. She felt Jonan scramble back onto the saddle and looked back to see if he was on properly. I think we need a little punishing, she thought, Mister Joker.

Watching with contempt as the dragon backed off into the woods, Delair stood fully and patted Serrill on the flank. Serrill looked at him and he nodded. Serrill, too, raised and composed himself. The two of them would let the dragon go. There was Bo point in more bloodshed tonight. Remembering that Akira and Fiery were still there, they sauntered over casually. Delair stopped short as he noticed Akira, unconscious and not looking too good. Before he could make a comment, a shadow passed over them and he and Serrill looked up to see yet another dragon coming into land, passing through the smoke. Oh what else now? Another dragon? I swear if they are as arrogant as greeny before I will personally bite out someones throat. Serrill groaned in displeasure.

Jonan leant over Amythist shoulder and looked down. "Oh woah! There's people down theEEEEEEEEEEEERE-!" In the middle of his sentence Amythist had just dropped down. Jonan clung onto her neck screaming until his lunges were sore. "STOPPIT STOPPIT STOPPIT STOPPIT STOPPIT !" Amythist grinned with enjoyment hearing Jonan scream. Suitable for the scare he had given her before. When they were a few metres from the ground, Amythist flicked Jonan off her back. The saddle ropes broke and the yealling Jonan and saddle went flying off into the bushes. Amythist lightly circled the landing area. Feeling quite pleased with herself.

Akira started to moan. She slowly opened her eyes to see delair standing near with serill. She started to pull herself together, but couldnt get up. Her breathing was heavy and slow. She looked at where the dragon had hit her. Down near the hip her shirt had turned red with her own blood. She was bleeding, but it wasn't a deep cut. Dragons tails can't do to much damage. She once again pulled herself together and tryed to stand. She stumbled a bit at first but kept her balance. " where is the dragon " she stumbled over to delair and put her arm on his shoulder to steady herself. When a beautiful blue dragon landed in the field...with her partner that she had thrown into the bushes, saddle and all. She moaned again, the pain was starting to get to her. She had landed hard and the spikes in the dragons tail were very sharp.

"Tatatataata! You useless.... Evil.... CRAZY dragon!" Jonan stomped out of the bushes cursing and pulling leaves of his trench coat. He even had to pull some leaves out of his black, fingerless gloves. He wiped his face to find blood and a new scratch. "Stupid, stupid useless dragon. Why did you do that Jonanthon?" He strode over to where is dragon was standing. Passing a Man and a girl as he walked. When he reached the dragon he flicked her on the neck and turned around. Bowing he said "Sorry for the crude entry. Normally it's much more interesting but, thanks to my dragon friend Jonantho-"
"Amythist" She cut in. Jonan paused for a minute.
"Jonanthon, and you can call me Joker. We mean no harm." He wondered over where the bleeding girl was, ignoring the looks shot from all around, dragon and non-dragon alike. He ran his fingers through one of her pigtails, bowed low again and kissed her hair. "And you are?" He looked up through his lashes to see the girls face.

Amythist hissed in distress. He was always calling her Jonanthon for some reason. She clawed at the ground and looked away as he did his usual thing of kissing the girl's hair. She also didn't know why he did that. But she couldn't be bothered asking.

".....umm, my name is akira, this is fiery" she watched as he kissed her hair. This was very odd, but not surprising since his nickname was joker. She grabbed her side where it was bleeding and groaned to herself for a moment. She could fell the wound starting to bleed again, but did nothing for it seeming it wasn't very deep.

Delair stiffened at the sight of this joker kissing Akira's hair. He seemed like a strange sort, maybe a few cups short of a teaparty. Regardless, he didn't seem like a violent person and as long as he stayed that way there would be no trouble. He remained silent and watched joker intently until he felt Akira tightening in pain. He sat her down carefully, saying Please let me look at it. I can help stop the pain and the bleeding if you would like? he pulled a few small items from a pouch on his belt, first aid supplies.

Joker noticed the fact how the man looked at him strangely. A playful smile threatened his mouth. He watched has the man helped Akira with her injury. They were in a fight I suppose... The playful smile returned to his mouth. He ran his fingers through Delair's hair with a cheeky smirk written on his face. "You have pretty hair too!"

Amythist couldn't resist giving a hearty chuckle with Jonan's reaction. From the time she's known Jonan, he's been the strange type. This kinda of behaviour was a common thing for him.

"it's ok, really" she moaned in pain once again and gave into delair how now had a small first aid kit in his hands. She pulled her shirt up slightly to show where the dragon had hit her. It looked a lot deeper then she though it was. She red soaked shirt was a disturbing sight to akira. Delair started to pull items out of the first aid kit.

(OOC hey everyone. Rosie_poisy will post when she can. She just finished moving into her new house. I am her friend And she told me this. She is sorry about the inconvenience it has given everyone else.))

As Riku walks in he sees that the dragon had already left.

Riku: Hmph looks like I missed out on all the fun.

He looks to sees that some guy is standing over one of the people that was with the dragon when he was spying. He walks over then he notices the guy that was standing stiff. He remembers him tell the girl that he train her. Riku looks at the girl and sees the wound. Riku didn't know if he had heal power in him to heal, but he knew he had and orb that heals. He walks over to the stiff guy and tells him about a healing orb he has that might heal the girl.

Amythist heard footsteps and turned around to see another person enter the field. This seems to be quite ther interesting group, she thought, her eyes narrowing. "Jonan is going to have a blast here. She looked over to her red head companion, still joking with the man. She turned back to the other dragons. "Let me introduce myself properly. I am AMYTHIST. For about 10 years I've been stuck with this potato head." He gestured over to Jonan.

(( Hey, I'm just a beginner so I hope that everyone doesn't mind if I join :sweat: ))

Name: Justin Brown.
Age: 16
Pic: Attachment 238
Looks: Brown, short hair, big green eyes. Wears a white long sleeved formal shirt, with long black plants. Usually wears black sneakers.

Bio: Was orphaned at a young age, so he doesn't remember how. He was brought up in a church that was in a abandoned village. When a fire swept through, everyone but him left. So he looks after the church and it's area by himself, waiting for the others to come back.
Race: Half human half elf. (If I'm allowed to, that is :))

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Justin wiped his hands on his pants. A soft mound of dirt covered a baby tree, that he just re-planted. The wind teased his hair and he turned back to go to the church. He noticed smoke disappearing in the distance. There must have been another fire a while ago. He stare blankly at the sky, until the lasts drifts of smoke disappeared. Some rabbits ran past him into the forest, chatting about what was for dinner. Justin had always been able to tell what animals were saying. No-one knew why though. He returned to the church and headed towards the library. Dust swarmed at his feet with every step, and he had to continually wipe spider webs off his face. He ignored the cries of the spiders and pushed open a slightly rusted door. He had another dirt stain on his shirt. Maybe it's time to clean the place, he thought, but the thought barely crossed his mind. He walked over to a particular bookshelf and ran his fingers over the covers of the books. His finger stopped on a think, red book that looked ancient. Carefully, he pulled it out and carried it to an old deck. After laying it down gently, he opened it a flipped through the pages. It was full of sketches of dragons, and he searched through it diligently. He topped on a coloured sketch, tracing it's shape with his finger. The only thing that had ever really fascinated him was dragons. He hoped that soon he would be able to meet one.

(( It's not exactly my place, but welcome! I'm a beginner too so... Yeah \ >_< / ))

Delair raised an eyebrow at joker. It would appear you have an attraction to hair. And yours is nice too. he smiled and returned his attention to Akira. A moment later he noticed another boy walking up.
Delair spoke without looking at the newcomer. There is no need for magic. Only medicine. Serrill, can you please clean the wound? Serrill walked forward and Delair shifted his weight, rocking back to clear the way. Serrill began to spurt a steady jet of water over the wounds, cleaning off the blood and allowing Delair to see the extent of the damage. He pulled a needle and some string from the pouch accompanied by a small rag. Bite down on the rag. Hard. It will stop you from squirming. I need to apply a few stitches and bandage you a bit but you will be fine, you are in capable hands.

*The human girl's valiant attempt to calm him had gone over horribly. Was she dense or suffering from a faulty memory? The poison that tipped the sharp spikes on the end of his tail would be the death of her if an antidote couldn't be made. In small doses his venom would still kill, only taking longer as it did it's job. From the cover of the forest he moved slowly, watching the group and the girl who had been poisoned. His whol body seemed to react similar to a common feline as he stalked in a circle around the village. Another dragon soon arrived, so much hustle and bustle in this part of the world. His amusement rose seeing the boy who had been presumably vaporized was now up and walking about.

Jonan looked away from Akira. He didn't want to blush. He also would've liked to help with the wound, but it doesn't take a lot of people to change a light bulb. He was kind of disappointed with Delair's reaction to his teasing, he was a serious man. Jonan grabbed and opened his sack, pulling out his pack of cards. He began to shuffle them again, moving to lean on his dragon. Amythist put her claw out and tripped him over. His grip slipped on the cards and they went flying. "Oh, uh ah!" He tried to catch as many of them as he could, before he landed heavily. "Owchy." He turned his head to glare at Amythist, who had a very happy aura written all over her. He grinded his teeth and looked back at the others. Still fussing over the girl. This lot is really boring. Have my sense let me down? He frown and looked up at the sky. I think I need to give them some time. Or a push. He sat up and gathered all the cards that were around him. He had to move to get some. When he collected them all, he put them in a neat pile, and shoved them back into his bag.