Sava, didn't like ruins, they were annoying, they got in the way, people should destroy them completely, to leave more room for other things, maybe a new village, or something, but no, they stay here, in the way of everything, and it annoyed her, though, she didn't do anything, even if it annoyed her, she tried to deal with it, it was hard to deal with things that annoy her though. As she sat on a hill looking at the ruins she wondered of the day she was attacked by the group of demons, and the nightmares it gave her. But, she bought a dream catcher, and it truly helped, but she didn't always like the good dreams, so she didn't sleep with it every night, wanting to have normal things, which made her long to be a true human, but then, she wanted to always be a dragon, so she tried to be a dragon more and more, but, the human part grew stronger, but whenever she changed into a human form, she wants to be dragon, it was annoying, and it hurt.

Silently as she watched evening go by, into night, she continued to wonder, her gaze still on the ruins, even when the stars appeared in the sky. Her fly dragon friend Blackquill was curled around the main horn on Sava's head, she felt Blackquill twitch in her sleep, and Sava thought she should sleep, but made no move whatsoever to do so, so stayed, and watched the bats fly around. When a bat came near, Sava's jaws opened wide, and lunged forward, catching the creatures in her jaws, and she crunched on it a while before swallowing the creature.

Now she yawned, and got in a laying position, but continued to watch the ruins a while, but slowly, she closed her eyes, her head still up, but dropped slightly, and soon she was sleeping quite silently. Here, she looked like a part of the hill, in the dark night, but the moon shined over her dark scales.

Xion had smiled wickedly when he saw the dark dragon entering the ruins. He watched as it fed on a bat, and his smile twisted even more. He had never truly seen a dragon this close, or for that fact, ever. Blending with the shadows he moved towards the dragon, and after only a minute's brisk walk, he came to the clearing before the ruins. Checking all directions to watch for more potential dragons, he easily saunterred out into the field. His fingers twitched around his longswords as the dragon shuffled slightly.

"Mighty black dragon! I bid my welcome. For my name is Xion Flayle, and I have so longed to see one of your kind." He bowed low, keeping his head raised on the dragon. He didn't see a fight, as he knew he could not win, but he did not wish to startle the creature and have himself eaten. Taking another brave step towards the creatures head, he offered his hands out as a show of peace. "Perhaps I could win your trust with a meal?" How fascinating this dragon was!

She heard a noise, it was silent, but she know something was about. Slowly, her eyes opened from her sleep, though, she did not move, she stayed still, and looked like she was still asleep. But when the Tiefling talked, she moved her head, and looked at him, seeming a bit lazy at the moment. Her eyes searched the Tiefling over, taking everything in, even counting the weapons he had, though, she hardly cared, even if he tried to attack, she would move much faster. I hate demons, she thought silently, even if they were only part, she didn't like this one, but, she wouldn't show it, now days, she hardly cared.

"You, have longed to see a black dragon, even if they wish to destroy you?" She said, her voice quite bored sounding. "Many would love to see the pleasure of blood from a demon.... or Tiefling." She said merely, her eyes never left Xion Flayle. A smiled went over her draconic face at what the Tiefling said about a meal, most dragons would think him the meal. "If you wish to try to earn my trust, then start where you wish." Savarkael said, slightly amused by how fascinated he was in her being a dragon.

OOC: Its smaller then I wanted.... <_< Oh well...

Xion smiled and bowed his head low for yes. "Why, I long to see a black dragon no matter their feelings! Such powerful beings are hard to find now adays, and I consider myself lucky on this day. Should I anger you and you choose to kill me, I will fight back, but should I die it will be a happy death, so it is of no matter." His disarming smile contrasted with his speech. He dared to step closer to the dragon, within length to reach out and touch one of the black scales. His fingers tingled, and he was barely able to stop his arm from reaching out and feeling it.

"The scales are so black! It is like a beautiful painting of night time, with the stars forgotten." He so longed to just reach out and feel it. "I don't suppose much pass through such barriers! The greatest armour of the highest soldier bears no competition against such splendour! The largest of the draconic wars are written in the vast swirling blackness." His eyes were shining as he lost himself in the swirl of one such scale. Before he dared reach out, he wondered how long he would be here, and satisfied himself with less than an hour. Reaching to his waste, he grabbed DragulDrake and allowed its power to give him the strength of dragons, in case this certain black dragon found Xion's next move too personal.

"How I long to caress the blackest armour of the blackest dragons." His hand reach out, and his fingers almost went numb with the pleasure of resting on such a wondrous scale. He would remember its feel for all of his life. For even if his infatuation with dragons brought his demise on this very night, in the afterlife he would remember.

((OOC: He did not unsheathe the weapon, just so ya know. >_<))

He was truly amazed in her, being a black dragon, though, in the dark, she noticed her green scales looked almost as dark as the black. She wondered what she looked like to the tiefling in his eyes, he probably thought her be as cruel as other black dragons, though, she would not say that. As she listened to him talk, but made no move to talk back. She also, wondered if she should just eat him, but noticed his hand had went on a blade she has seen before. When he touched her scales, she shivered, the touch of a tiefling, a part demon, as she shivered then, her scales made a silent rattle noise.

She stared at him a moment, not like the demon being to close, she narrowed her eyes, and opened her mouth and snapped it closed again. "Move away, demon." She said, her voice threatening, and while she said it, she growled. Right then Blackquill woke up, alarmed, as she looked at the tiefling also.

She glared at him, waiting, to see if he will do what she wants, if not, well, then she won't be a very happy dragon. She hated demons, they give her nightmares, yes, there may be a time she helps them, but now, she would not, she has different moods often, and this was one not to be around a demon at the moment.

"Oooh. But the scales are so pretty!" his eyes shone as his fingers ran along the edge of a protruding green scale. "Oh my! May I... May I have one? I would so treasure such an item." his fingers ran along the edge, finding a small nook to dig two fingers in. With the magic of his sword, he found the scale easy to remove, and in the heat of his infatuation, he failed to realize that this would most likely make such a creature very, very unhappy.

Looking to the location of the dragons head he was quick to slide the scale into his belt and firmly grab the hilt of his sword. "Such an adorable creature. I certainly hope you do not mind me borrowing one of your scales, for it is too late for me to give it back." His fist clenched at his side, he flowed with confidence. The spell would make him an even match in strength, if only he realized that he would not match in flight or with weapons. He removed the draguldrake slightly from the sheathe, allowing the deep silver to gleam in the moon’s light, an inch wide.

((OOC: So short!))

She listened to him. He ignored her. When he took the scale, her eyes blazed with rage, and suddenly stood to her fullest height, and stared at the demon. "How dare you do such a thing, demon!" She roared, acid dripping from her mouth, the green acid falling the ground, burning the grass. "You dare do that to a dragon!" Her anger clear in her voice, and eyes. Her clawed foot raised, then stomped the ground, her tail wavered, ready to strike the tiefling.

She ignored that he was ready for her to attack, but why would she care anyway? He made her angry. She opened her mouth wide, and lunged at him, hoping to snatch him and crunch him in two, but, he would most likely be faster then her, but she wouldn't care, she just doesn't let someone go who takes a scale.

OOC: Slowly, the posts get shorter! lol

The moment he firmly placed the dragon's scale in his belt, his battle sense took over. No more was the inane glee of finding a dragon and getting a scale, for now it was about survival, and surviving was just what he would do. Whipping his sword from its sheath and arcing it, blade out to deter any lashed of the beasts’ tail, he was quick to lean back and jump, sliding a few feet from the range of the beast. He had to stay close if he was to be the victor, for distance would only open up for her breath weapon.

flicking the blade to his side, he pushed the hood of his cloak from his head sent it flapping off behind him, making sure it appeared as more of a cape. As he closed in his teeth grinded and grinned in confidence. He could feel the mighty strength that his sword had bestowed upon him. His eyes squinted and his smile curved even larger to show most of his teeth. One eye opened wide enough to analyze and the eyebrow quivered above it in anticipation, his other eye twitching.
Now was time for a true test.

"Let us fight then, overstuffed frog. For I have longed for a dragon heart to compliment my collection. It will go nicely with the scale!"

She glared at him, rage flowing through her body, it made her feel strange, she liked the feeling of this anger, but it wasn't her? It couldn't be? Yeah, she had her anger problems, but somehow, waiting to make her strike to kill the demon, made her excited. She hated to kill others, even if it would be a demon, but right now, she loved it, she couldn't wait to tear his flesh from his bones. An evil like smile formed over her dragon face, her sharp teeth gleamed, like her dark eyes.

"It will be whats left of your heart, demon! Not mine!" She roared angrily, and lunged forward, at the tiefling, her claws slashing, and snapping her jaws, not even caring if she hit the demon of not, she was angry, and wanted to destroy the creature. Blackquill got up, and flew into the air, and away from the enraged Sava that attacked Xion, not wanting to be a part of this fight.

"I'll destroy you, demon." She snapped angrily. Her hatred for demon got stronger, and her rage.

Xion grinned and charged the dragon head on. His cloak flapped wildly in the wind and he held his sword poised above his head. His eyes burned red rather than their usual grey and as he approach the dragon he gradually shifted his sword. Reaching distance to attack, he twisted his body and used the sheer force of his charge and his spin to whirl his blade at the dragon with all of his might. As he allowed the sword to swing him in a circle, he kicked his foot out hoping to make contact.

It had been a while since he had felt such adrenaline, and now as it coursed through his veins he felt nothing but the ecstasy of combat. A dragon was a whole new enemy to be combating, and the thrill of it all overwhelmed him.