Walking through the shattered corpses of dragons and humans alike Tyr looked almost saddened by it all. Feeling the bones crush under his heavy foot, hearing small snaps with each bone splintering to break. His wings folded behind his body, walking as human yet born dragon.

His footsteps led toward an enormous dragon body, larger than the rest. He muffled a name then lowered and shook his head. Placing his hands on the great skull of the dead beast he growled as his claws punctured through the bone.

Tyr released the skull then looked at it for several minutes, barely moving short of his breath. Thousands of thoughts going through his mind, none of them could be understood, none could be answered.

He turned around and rested his back against the dragons head, scanning the rest of the area. So many thoughts, so many memories rushed through his mind as he looked into the dead eyes of his kind.

Vernon was not out in the dragon graveyard hoping to morn for the dead dragons. He was here to catch himself something appatizing to eat and tasteful to his tounge. The cover of night allowed Vernon's black fur to hide easily in the darkness, but his stench surpassed that of even the decaying dragons. Vernon sniffed the air. The smell of decaying matter was a very attractive aroma to Vernon. Vernon was sure he had not smelled such sensational smells in a long time. He'd definately have to frequent here more often.

He did not think outside of himself would rightly be here just to visit rotting and rotting corpses, so he thought nothing of using steath. Vernon walked past the large skeletons. Their bones bore no meat and were useless to him and his backpack he was eager to fill. Vernon's eyes wided as he caught sight of a large dragon that could not have been deceased for more than a few weeks. Maggots were now crawling the large scales. Vernon drew out his poisoned blade, generating a sharp scraping sound, as he walked toward his next meal.

Raising his nose into the air, Tyr smelled a foul stench among the rotting flesh of the newer corpses. He knew it was not that of a dragon, even a dead one. He lowered his nose and stood apart from the skull of the huge beast. Looking around he tried to determine the location of the scent.

He walked toward a large, newly deceased dragon far off in the distance as he stops suddenly, almost as though he locked on to the scent. Spreading his great draconic wings he took off 30 feet into the sky, scanning the bodies for whatever had come to them.

In his perifrial vision stood a...rat like being, he raised his eyebrow having never seen anything of the sort then swooped down crashing to the ground, standing 10 feet behind this rat being, his wings still spread creating an ominous shadow spreading past the being he stood before. He merely stood there and watched the being carry the black blade toward one of his fallen kind.

Normaly Vernon would have noticed the dragon's precense from the moment Tyr's wings lifted him into to the air, but the rat's senses were captivated by the intoxicating aroma of the decaying dragon and the anticipation of a glorious new taste soon to be put in his mouth.

Tyr's landing did well to wake up Vernon's senses, and brought the rat out of his dreamlike state. Vernon swiftly brought himself to a stop and listened for more noises, but heard none. The rat slowly turned around assured that he was not merely hearing things. He was surprised to see that it was a dragon that had landed behind him, but then again a dragon made much more sense than any other creature save maybe a scavenger like himself. The rat's eyes narrowed as he looked over the dragon, sizing him up and wondering if he could take him on. Vernon kept his sword ready to defend himself. Unsure of whether or not he could take deal with the dragon, Vernon waited for action from him first. Perhaps the dragon was more of a push-over than he looked.

He smirked, looking at the rat, a sly grin along his draconic face. Flexing his fingers he takes a single step forward. The long almost golden claws extending from his hand shone even in the dead sky, slicing through the air as he merely moved his hand. He scanned the rat, realizing he was about to attack Tyr yet waited for some reason.

He then folded his wings behind him, lowering the shadow. Tyr cracked his knuckles almost in anticipation, realizing he had never fought a rat before. His eyes nearly became slits as he watched the actions of Vernon. Still, he pondered why the rat would even be in the graveyard of his fallen ancestors and comrades.


In a deep voice he asked the rat simply "what are you doing here?" He growled slightly as he said this, disgusted at the dishonor this rat showed to the dragons, dead or alive.

The dragon did not seem one Vernon wanted to fight. Vernon perfered a battle garenteed in his favor, and he was sure that the scales could be balanced in the favor of the dragon. The dragoon for one seemed more than ready for a fight. Vernon guessed that this was one occission were he'd have to try to play nice and not be his ususal bothersome self.

His plan was diverted at the dragon's words. How could he even think of tryong to be nice when it was he who receivng the insults. Not only was it insulting the way the dragon spoke to him, but how the fool acted as he owned the darn place. While this was basically what Vernon did to others commonly, only nicer, he would not stand for it. His own bad medicine was not something he wished to taste.


"Who the hell do you think you are? Keeper of the dead or something? Don't expect an answer till you've answered the question yourself," Vernon growled back angrily.

Standing there looking at Vernon, he simply began to laugh at the pitiful words uttered from the vile beasts mouth. He lowered his hands as his golden claws faded into the shadows of his wings. Still, the stench of this rat well overpowered the dead dragons and forced his to close his mouth due to it. A slight smirk still remained on his face.

Then suddenly he replied to the rat "Keeper of the dead? it would seem you are the robber of the very dead you speak of you vile pest."

Twisting his shoulders slightly you could hear small snaps as the cartlidge in his joints cracked together. Still, he grinned at this rat as he replied to the rest of his question. "These dragons are my ancestors, my bretheren, my comrades, and even my enemies, you do not deserve to walk in their prescense whether they are dead or alive". He then stared down at Vernon, a low growl came from deep in his throat.

"Now I ask you again" he said in a now angered voice "what are you doing here?!"

(Can you get your avatar to fade back instead of instantly jumping back to the start? That would look better.)
Verenon watched Tyr closely with is venomous green eyes. The dragon was obviously not in the mood to be nice, at least not to a smelly rat. It was also more than obvious now that the dragon was eager to fight or alteast using a very beleivable bluff to get Vernon to comply. After hearing Tyr's oh so familar insults he could not help but smile. He was still angery at the dragon, but now his feelings were easily masked by a broadening grin. "Why should I come here to steal from the dead? I doubt they would bring their massive hoardes here to comfort them in death or the afterlife," Vernon laughed. He imagined the red dragon's whose eye he had put out moving all of his horde in a dying state. Surely the greedy dragon would be dead before he could transport it all.

Vernon's tone quickly turned cold and sour. "Who are you to say what I deserve to do and what I don't? Who are you to name me a pest when the onone pestering people is you? Who are you to deserve an aswer on what buisness I have here? Being just a dragon doesn't cut it," Vernon retorted. He knew the dragon likely would not be hold on a conversation for much longer, but he didn't really care. If the dragon attacked he could either beat him up or make a quick escape, though Vernon of course opted more for the former.