Sand. Every sand. The sun was going down,and with it's last rays of light, only one figure showed. It was big, and had a long neck with a head and snout. The tail was also long like a whip almost. The scales were black and green, the same with the eyes, but there seemed to be more black then anything. The dragon held her head high, not wanting to get sand in her eyes, and so far, Savarkael didn't like the desert, but she shrugged it off, needing to deal with it.

As she walked through the desert, her thoughts turned to what she was going to do in Imythess, how should she live, should she be like most dragons claiming some land and owning it and kill anyone who is not supposed to be there? Or should she just act like a human and try to live among them, though still in hiding? She has been her for over a year or longer, and she has no idea where to go or what to do in her life, she had nowhere really to go, and nothing to do, except hide from the knights and guards of city's, like Taras.

The sand felt nice in between her clawed feet, she like the feeling, and as she was starting to calm down, there was a buzzing noise of very small wings flying around, and Blackquill went around Sava's head, and she snorted, angry with the small dragon for annoying her. After a bit the fly dragon rested on Sava's head, and was soon asleep. The bigger dragon rolled her eyes in annoyence.

Deep within the confines of the earth a coiled shape lay buried deep under the sand. She had been sleeping, lost in dreams older then time. Time had passed unheeded for some while now. There was someone she had been looking for, someone she wished to find… but the dreams were empty, her time wasted in the shifting grays, lost memories, and fragile desires of the dream world. Frustration took too much effort to manifest though, so she didn’t bother with the emotion. Something else held precedence over her though and soon it forced her to stir awake and slowly uncoil. Hunger was a cruel and thoughtless master who threatened to eat one from the inside out if not satisfied. What to eat was the question that came next to the mind of the hybrid shapeshifter. Horse would be preferable, but any of the lesser beings would serve. She did take after her dragon side after all and for the most part was considered a full blood desert dragon. She was born to that skin and would always come back to it for any need she had.

Digging her way closer to the surface she decided to go ahead and surface in order to stretch her limbs and get the kinks out. The sun was not in the sky, but the sands were still warm. She crouched on a hollow for a moment, soaking up the warmth. After another moment hunger urged her to move again. She stood and stretched her back legs one at a time, arched her neck, and spread her wings wide one and then the other. Flapping them once in slow motion first, she crouched and flapped hard as she leapt off the ground, taking to the dry desert air with ease. She didn’t get far though, as something else caught her eye even before she had made it her own body’s length above the shifting sands. A dark shape was walking on the sands below, a dragon shape. This was definitely more important then mere food.

She landed just as quickly as she had taken off, her wide webbed digging claws catching the sand easily. The sand shifted little under her weight and she didn’t sink into the sand as she started a steady approach toward the dragon. Her gaze was looking for a hint of color on this stranger, the first dragon she had seen in a long time. If the stranger were blue, death would be the answer. Blue dragons had killed off all the other desert dragons, even humans knew it, and she would be quick to return the favor. She had little doubt that her own brown skin would cause a blue to attack her. This feeling soon turned to a much more pleasant mood as she the color she saw was green amongst black. Raising her head she called out in the draconic tongue, “Evening!”

Sava continued to walk not noticing anything she just looked down at the sand from a high view, but when the other dragon approached her, Sava's eyes stared at the dragon and looked at its color. A brown, she has never seen that dolor before, but she hasn't seen that many colors during her journeys. She wondered if this dragon tried walking among humans sometimes, though she doubted it, not many dragons liked to, but then she could be wrong, and soon her thoughts turned to what she was going to do about her life, is didn't want to wander around and destroy house's or eat humans, and she didn't want to walk among them, she was confused about what to do.

She then pulled herself out of her thoughts and watched the dragon, and when it spoke in dragon tongue, Sava seemed to smile slightly, it has been a long time since she had spoken in that tongue. "Evening to you too, fellow dragon." Sava returned in dragon tongue, and she stood still, watching the brown dragon.

Blackquill looked up, her eyes opened tiredly, and stared at the newcomer. As usually, Quill quickly got up and flew over to the brown dragon, buzzing around her head, sending random telepathic messages to Sava, that were nothing of importence, then Blackquill returned to Sava's head, curling up again and was watching from the high view on the black and green dragons head.

Muna smiled as only a dragon could. This was most definitely something to be happy about. Fresh meat could wait. Besides, she could live off the sand. Meeting another dragon was a rare thing indeed. The tiny creature that flew up to her was also a type of dragon, though not a true dragon in the same sense she knew, though technically Muna herself wasn’t a pureblooded dragon. Technicalities. She shrugged them off mentally and slowed her walk, stopping where she might just be able to touch the other dragon with her tail if she turned around. She almost sat there, but remembered that dark colors didn’t stand up well in sunlight. Perhaps it would be better if they kept moving. No, she wouldn’t impose. The brown dragon sat upon the sands, shifting her wings slightly and curling her long tail about her as she did so. She left a long sweeping mark in the sand with her tail, easily covering her footsteps with the shifting sand. Though that wasn't the reason for that action.

“What brings you out here, friend? I haven’t seen another dragon in at lest a century. I do hope you aren’t in a hurry to get anywhere.” Draconic flowed easily off her serpent tongue and she felt satisfied with the way it felt. She hadn’t had the chance to use her native tongue in some time, not sense she and her mother had their parting, well more like her mother chased her off because her father was a liar and a shapeshifter. Her mother had never trusted her that much after they discovered what he was, as she was part of his blood too. He was dead by then though, died so that Muna and her mother could live. Then to have Muna be better at speaking with the elemental spirits then her mother was… that had been enough for the larger dragon. Muna had doubted she would cross paths with another dragon after that. She was glad to be wrong and hoped she would get a chance to speak about lifestyles and weather or not this dragon had a hoard like the stories clamed.

Sava got a little closer, then she too sat down, her claws comfortable in the sand. Her tail curled up beside her. A dragon, this is nice, it feels like forever since I last saw a dragon, I hope its good company too, she thought, though she hopes the dragon doesn't notice something strange about Sava. Since she was human for a long time, she has developed human abilities and emotions it seemed, and she sometimes acted strange for her dragon race, but maybe this dragon wouldn't notice, in less she has met other dragons like Sava.

"I'm out here for no reason, I'm merely wandering, even if I have no idea where I'm at, but I don't care." She said, not caring if she got lost, she would get out sometime, sooner or later. "I'm very curious... what type of dragon are you? I've never seen one like you." She asked her head still high in the air, not wanting sand blowing in her eyes. One of her front feet, clawed at the ground slightly then rested it back in the sand. Her eyes were calm, as she waited for a reply. It felt good to be using dragon tongue, she thought.

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Seeing that the other was sitting down too, she shifted her weight forward to settle she stomach on the still warm sand beneath her feet. It felt nice and she wished that the sun would have been up, as she wouldn’t mind warming back up after being under the cool sand for as long as she had been. She found the tiny dragon sleeping on the other’s head rather amusing. She nodded slightly when the other dragon commented about why she was here. Muna had just returned home from such a wandering herself. She knew how that was.

“I’m a dessert dragon, a brown dragon. There are myths in some cities, mostly the dwarven ones in the mountains to the north, which recount epic battles between the brown and blue dragons. I find them very interesting. The stories tend to favor the browns, which use the dessert as our weapon, more then the blues, who use lightning of all things. I’ve only seen a blue once and it was much closer to the mountains and nearer the sea. It's not a happy memory and I lost my clutch-mates to it. I wouldn’t mind returning the favor if given a chance.” She paused, the acidity of her nature was sounding in her voice as her hatred for blues crept through. She turned her attention from that unpleasant memory to the dragon, or dragons, before her. Her tone relaxing as she asked the same question in turn.

“And what of you? I’ve never heard of nor seen a dragon like yourself.”

"Amazing, I've never heard of dessert dragon, or any myths, but I guess I never bother myself with the much, since I can't stay in a city longer then a day without almost being killed." She said, shifting her wings around a bit, and letting her claws go into the warm sand. Sava thought long and hard for a moment on what the dessert dragon had asked, and she wondered. She hadn't really heard tales or myths about her own dragon kind, she never bothered much. She thought for a bit, but she figured she'll just tell the other dragon that she is basically a half-breed, a green and black dragon. She sighed silently, and she stared at the other dragon for a moment, before looking back at the sand.

"I am what some dragons call a half-breed, because I am part black, and green dragon, they are also part of the evil dragon race like the blues, just we are a bit different, I don't think the blacks or greens ever killed a dessert dragon, but I don't know much about these two races, I never bothered much with it, knowing that there is no point since there is no way I could fit in with the blacks or greens." She said sadly a bit, though she was glad, she would never wish to join a black or green clan, she would hate it, and they would hate her, so there was no point in trying to become a clan member or learning about them really, but now that she thought about it, she wondered if she should, in case she needed badly, but she doubted it.

"I'm sorry I cannot give you much on my races, but, I thought I would never need them, seeing as I would never fit into any of them." She said.

Muna wasn’t really that interested in the different races. She was not part of the good vs. bad like the red and gold dragons were often told to be. She really wasn’t interested in other dragons, mostly because they never happened to be where she was. Not that any dragon that was part of a group would bother letting her be part of their group. People tended to have a strong mistrust of shapeshifters. Her mother had taught her as much.

“What do you mean, almost killed? You should be able to go into any city you wanted and stay for as long as you wish. I don’t think it matters much if you’re a half-breed, you’re still a full blood dragon and no biped has the right to even try and kill you. Do they really think of themselves so highly?” Muna hunched her shoulders, causing her wings the rustle in irritation. Her annoyance also caused her tail to twitch. If she had been a fire-breather there would no doubt be smoke rising from her nostrils, but she isn’t, so no smoke was present.

She stood abruptly, sand shifting under her feet as she gave herself a slight shake. She stretched her wings and half closed them. “I’m hungry, do you want to come with me to hunt?”

Sava watched Muna for a moment before she replied. "In the city, not many like dragons, and they really don't like blacks, or greens. They are supposed to be the evil ones, like the blues, and whites, and of course, the reds. People see me as a threat, thats why when I go there, I try to hide among them, in a human form I learned a long time ago." She said, then stood also. Hunting. That sounded nice, she hadn't noticed that she was hungry until then.

"Hunting will be nice, though, I don't think Blackquill could keep quiet, she is an annoying creature, and makes a lot of noise." She said a bit of humor in her tone, as she shook her head, indicating the fly dragon, but as she did, she had woken the small fly dragon, that was curled around one of Sava's horns. Was there a point to wake me from my slumber? Quill asked, sleepily. Not really, Savarkael returned telepathically.

"I didn't realize I was hungry before... walking through these sands make me tired and hungry... I have never been in a desert before. Its nice for a change, besides the forest, or anywhere else." She said, almost to herself though.

Muna didn’t agree with her statement. Cities were infested with humans anyways and were only good for easy hunting. Humans were annoying beasts, mere animals that fancied themselves as actual people. There was no point in arguing though. As far as Muna was concerned, as the other was also a dragon, she could have her own opinion.

Muna walked up to the top of the sand dune and looked back at Sava. “I don’t think it really matters if someone hears us or not. Forests are a bit cramped for a proper hunt though. Do you want an easier meal or shall we look for a herd? There are few meals wandering about on these sands, but to the south there are herds of wild horses that the griffins will often hunt. Sometimes you can find them by an oasis too. They are slower in the sand.”