White Scales (Dead)

[Libra Pyron]

Libra weaved through the peaceful marble columns with ease, her red eyes glancing over the gardens. She stopped at a patch of roses that grew close to the fortress, their red petals matching the red of Libra's eyes. She looked at the balance scale emblem on one of the columns. She inwardly sighed, and extended her wings before leaping up. Her wings moved up and down gracefully as she flew to a small overhang on the fortress. When Libra landed, she sat down and brought in one wing, leaving the other one draping over the overhang. Her mighty head looked up as she roared.

The roar wasn't earth-shaking, for it was dull and low. Her tail swayed as she looked at the gardens, her eyes glinting when the occasional bird flew off or sang. "My roar wasn't that bad, you know." Her voice was playful, but she still let a sneer show.

(This should be 150 words. If not let me know and I will edit it.)

[♔ Nocturne]

Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it

There was a slight rusting amongst the plants. The larger flowers and bushes made an excellent hiding place, and this was noted. It was fairly obvious the surrounding area was part of the light court's territory. The plants were all neatly arranged, and there was a large fortress up ahead. No other court would have put in the effort to keep their land so neat and tidy, and, at least as far as the fox was aware, there was no other fortress as magnificent as the one before him in the forests. There was hardly any room for doubt that this was the home of the light court.

Not yet belonging to any of the four courts, the small fox had set out on a journey to see which one suited him best. This was just his first stop on his adventure, and no matter how beautiful the territory may have been, he would want to explore the other domains as well before he made a decision about joining.

The territory was only one thing on the list he had to consider before making a decision. The most important aspect, to him anyway, was that the other citizens of whatever court he decided on where at the very least, tolerable.

Nocturne approached the fortress, eyeing the massive pearly white columns. His gaze then drifted upward to an overhang, and, what was this? A dragon?

He had heard about dragons before, though never actually saw one with his own eyes. He stepped a bit closer, though remained under the shelter of the plants. The six-inch tall fox was probably so small the beast probably wouldn’t notice him from up above, though they might notice a rustling in the flower beds.

I think - I listen - I speak

[Libra Pyron]

Libra's head swiveled to the sound of bushes rustling. She lowered her head towards the sound, all senses straining to find what made the noise. Her red eyes kept scanning the area, but she found nothing. Sighing, she splayed her wings again before nimbly soaring down to where the noise originated, or at least near it, as to not crush the creature. Her head again swiveled on her neck, and yet she could not see anything. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She had called out, searching the grass and flowers.

Then Libra caught site of dark fur, and she decided to investigate. She went as sneakily as she could, which wasn't that good due to her size, over to the creature. It looked like a canine, with large ears and quite the long tail. She didn't wish to disturb it, but she grumbled a greeting.

"Well Hello."

[♔ Nocturne]

Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it

Nocturne remained vigilant, watching the dragon closely. He was in awe at the sight of the magnificent white beast, but at the same time, he remained alert. If for whatever reason this dragon decided to attack him he would need to be quick with his actions. Momentarily he looked away, looking for an escape route noting the possibility. He could fit within a small opening within the fortress if he had to get away. His gaze then traveled back up at the overhang, but the dragon was absent from the scene this time. Suddenly he heard the beating of powerful wings from above. Tilting his head to the sky, he could see the creature soaring above where he stood, then swooping down to a landing.

He watched closely as she searched the garden and his large ears twitched when she spoke. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

He remained still as he was spotted and then approached. She didn’t seem hostile, but then again, he wasn’t really sure. The beast towered over him and he had to look upwards in order to see anything but her claws.

"Well Hello."

He remained calm as she spoke to him. She sounded friendly enough, and who was he to judge on appearance?

“Oh, hi there” He responded trying not to stutter. “I don’t believe I have ever met a creature like you before, though I have heard stories describing those similar in appearance. So I am curious, are you a dragon?”

His long tail swayed behind him, gently blowing in the breeze. His violet eyes stared up at the creature before him mostly in curiosity.

I think - I listen - I speak

[Libra Pyron]

The creature, which looked a lot like a fox, spoke, and it asked if Libra was a dragon. Libra, in turn, lowered her head to the creature's height, and replied. "Yes, I'm a western dragon. An Albino western dragon, to be "precise." She examined the fox, taking in the details. "I take it you are a fox?" She asked, curiosity taking her hostage for the time being. She was straining her neck, so she decided to make a spot for herself in the flowers. She flattened a spot and laid down, wings folding in to her back. Her tail curved close to her body, Libra crossed her front legs and looked at Nocturne.

"I'm Libra, by the way." Her voice was higher in volume, and it showed how polite she was, despite being quite giant.

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Acera lighted softly upon the flora decorated grounds of the Light court. Having flown here with a mostly silent flight, she sought to question the other lands of this domain. 'What a peculiar place, I have come to' though the young fae. She had set off from her home to find a new land to make her territory and yet the place arrived at was beyond what she was used to. For the time being though, the orange-bronze femme paced quietly among the blossoms stopping to admire a choice few that caught her eye.

Thinking herself alone, the drake began to chirp, utilizing the peculiar talent of hers typically unfound in dragons. You see, the azure-eyed lass held the strange ability to create noises that sound exactly like those of songbirds but of course, on a much louder scale. Though it may be seen as an ability undignified for a dragon, Acera found great interest in it and so continued to use it as she liked. And now, in her pseudo isolation, the drake began to chirp and whistle like a songbird she had encountered back in her homeland, one that, unknown to her, could only be found in her homeland. The draken now paused for a moment to gaze at a flower that had particularly caught her interest more than the others. For the bloom was the same color as her aged father's scales.

[♔ Nocturne]

Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it

A very subtle smile seemed to grow upon his lips, perhaps too subtle to notice, however, his overall expression became more relaxed. Not to say he let his guard down completely, he knew better than to get too comfy but at least the dragon before him seemed friendly and even polite.

He listened to her response. She called herself an albino western dragon, not something he had heard of before, but then again he didn’t know much about dragon kind. Plus, the albinism would definitely explain her pure white scales and eye red pigment. He remained silent, allowing her to proceed with her own question, one of similar nature to his own.

"I take it you are a fox?"

Nocturne simply nodded in response. He then readjusted himself into a sitting position. His tail swayed to the side, curling around his physique and covering his front paws. He looked back at the creature, who had conveniently readjusted her own position to meet his height.

"I'm Libra, by the way." The females vocals once again reached his ears. His lips curled slightly, giving her a somewhat noticeable smile for a mere moment.

“They call me Nocturne, I am a fennec fox, in case you were wondering, not that there is much remarkable about my breed. Though I must admit the dark colors of my fur are not very common among my kind.”

He continued to gaze at the white dragon in front of him. Indeed her coloration was pure, with no markings to be found. Albino creatures were a rare sight, and during his time alive he had only met one other. Though his attention was soon caught by something else. It sounded like a songbird, though much too loud. His large ears twitched, picking up the vibrations of the noise. It definitely did not sound like any bird he recognized. Perhaps something native to the area, still the volume seemed peculiar.

I think - I listen - I speak

[Izzabelle]

This thread has gone over a month without a response so I am moving it to the archives. If something else its supposed to be done with this let me know Micci

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