Jruem sighed as he lay pressed against the rocks, chest heaving He had just narrowly escaped the attention of a band of Trolls. He had decided it would be a bit of challenge down in the desert, but as a elf he was quite in over his head.

Having lived in the desert for all his life, he did not know that when you tear the arm off a troll, it spawns another. He may have read something about it in his studies, but all that was foggy at the moment. He was trapped here, blending in with the rocks. The trolls had blocked off the only exits from the area and were closing in.

Jruem cursed at his surroundings, he could not turn back here. It was too small a bowl, covered with trees and rocks. A troll poked it's head from around the corner, looking around. He stopped breathing and pressed himself into the rock. In doing so, a twig broke. The troll snapped it's head towards him, glaring. It made out his form in the glare and grunted. Jruem jerked forward and swung his staff at the thing, ramming the metal butt of the quarterstaff into it's forehead. Bone pulvrized and grayish liquid stained the butt of the staff.

He was sure it could still heal, so he reached one hand to seize it's hair, the other finding a crude dagger, most likely fashioned from a broken shield, fromit's belt and sliced through it's neck, snapping the head back to sever it. Jruem jerked back into position and cursed as he saw why the troll band didn'[t seem to shrink. A body began to sprout from the bloody head, and a new head grew from the body.

"Oh, damn it." He cursed. It did not matter anymore if they knew he was here or not.

Feirste stirred in his sleep, when he heard the sound of large tramping feet run by the entrance of a cave in the side of the mountain. The white dragon opened his eyes, their iciness seeming to make the cave he laid in colder. His breath coming out in mist like ones would in a cold, winter day. He grumbled something in draconic, realizing he would get no rest here with all the damn troll camps laid out around these parts of the mountains. He would have to go to his cave to rest. He clambered to his feet, and walked out of the cave. The sunlight shining on his bright white scales. He turned his head to look about, and yawned. Rows of sharp teeth showing.

After he stretched and yawned, he sat on his hind legs, and was about to take off, when something caught his eye. He looked down at the human like being and the trolls attacking, and trying to get to the human. The white watched at the troll regrew a head, and smile - or, something of a smile - same over the dragons face. He took to the air, and glided down to where the troll and the human stood, and landed lightly a long way off, and just stood there, before chanting a short word, and suddenly a strong wind blew towards the troll, throwing it off balance. Then another spidery word of magic, brought a dark cloud over and a lightning bolt shot down, hitting the troll square in the chest - while making sure non of it got the human-.

The white dragon watched the troll thrash in pain, before it fell limp.

"Fools like you should watch out when coming to these mountains." Feirste hissed coldly. His icy eyes staring with a dull look at the human.

Jruem felt the wind and didn't think much of it, it was merely a light pressure while he was pressed to the rock. The troll, trolls now, were thrown off. He gasped in surprise when a lightning bolt hit the trolls. Surely it would serve as a beacon for the rest of the band of trolls. He looked for the source, spotting a white dragon. He cursed and looked around his immediate position. He had to turn. There was no other way, he remembered something about burning the trolls to kill them. And the only way to do that was to turn. But the area was too densely packed with trees and rocks. He scaled a rock and looked about.

“Nice to see someone right now, but I'd rather not have my position revealed to a bunch of trolls.” He watched as several of them began to gather around. A panicked tone entered his lightly accented voice. “If you have any sense at all, white, you'd lift me.” He yelled to him. He meant every word he said, if the white lifted him, it might work to turn in the air. It was a chance he would have to take.

“Hurry...” He yelled as the trolls began swarming. Looked like a tribe of them, at least a dozen, if not more. He silently swore and cracked his staff down, breaking the hand of one troll. It recoiled a bit, but returned after the five seconds it took to heal the wound. His heart sunk a little. Whites were not known for their generosity.

“Nice to see someone right now, but I'd rather not have my position revealed to a bunch of trolls.”

Feirste let his smile waver slightly, though, he really didn't care if the other trolls came here, it might be fun to watch them tear this young human apart. His eyes shimmered evilly with the idea. He cocked his head slightly at the panicked voice of the boy.

“If you have any sense at all, white, you'd lift me.”

He wondered what sense had to do with it all. After all, it was his chose if he wanted to help this vermin, or not. Feirste didn't believe it was a matter of sense. He laid down on his higher perch above on a rock, and merely stared at the human with his ever growing icy dull eyes, but there was the look of amusement deep in them. He looked up at the swarming trolls. Such disgusting creatures they were. He waved front claw in the air, almost in a dismissive gesture, but soon, the ground shook, and a ice wall tore through the ground and up high, the ice wall soon stopped, trapping most trolls on the other side, but a few on the side the white dragon and the human were on.

“Hurry...”

He growled in annoyance. He hated it when little humans told him to hurry. Now, he just considered letting the ice wall fall back down, but then again, this human could be a nice snack to have before heading out to hunt. His eyes gleamed with hunger.

"Very well, human." He hissed in draconic. He lifted himself up and flapped his wings. At the same instance, the wall fell back down. He started to fly over the human, but then with his front paw, he grabbed the human around the waist no to gently, then flew up in the air.

Jruem grunted as the white lifted him none-too-gently, lifting him up above the trees and rocks. Surely, this dragon disliked him, it was plain in it's tone, even in it's actions. He shrugged mentally, not caring at all. Soon enough, he could simply fly away if it wanted to fight, maybe fight it dragon to dragon. As soon as he was high enough, he began to change. His skin rippled as stretched as wings took form, pulling skin from seemingly nowhere. His tail formed, an extension of his spine. Scales erupted, belly hardening and turning ivory-white. Soon enough, he was full-sized.

Weighing about 25 percent more than the white, he took off from underneath it, tentacles on his face floating. He turned about, back to the trolls. Jruem felt the last of the changes occur, the formation of his fire-breathing organs. He pulled in a great breath and let loose, whitish flames soaring from his mouth. Trolls ran every which way, one caught fire and seemingly turned to ashes. Normally, one would sizzle and bubble before blackenng, but trolls had a seemingly magical weakness to it.

His tail whipped around, spines dismembering a troll neatly. Before it could retaliate and multiply, his head whipped back and he Singed it with a burst of white flame. He flapped in the air a moment, golden eyes resting on Fierste. "Care to join me, White?" He gave a huge, rumbling chuckle, swooping down to seize a troll in his ivory claws.