Find a Dragon

((My phone decided to crap out after I'd just wrote long, fancy replies, so I'm just going to reply to the newest one until I get on a computer.))

@Korozo

The wildclaw had come up on his right side in the small crowd, his blind side. So, indeed, Puck didn't acknowledge him at first. But when the wind changed direction, the scent of Wind and Wildclaw met his nose. He turned suddenly, searching the crowd to his right with his good eye. When it landed on the wildclaw, a bit of disappointment flickered.

Quickly it was replaced with a grin, "Well..." He slid a hand through his hair, "Who's this?" His tail curled behind him.

@Ecxcabre
~((Understandable if you wanna wait to reply to this until you've got the other replies in order first! uwu))~

A small grin of his own settled on the Wildclaw's face, pearly whites all agleam, though he seemed a fair bit shier than the Coatl. He cleared his throat into a lightly curled hand and took a step closer, tail idly swaying behind him.

"Elijah," he offers, simply. His voice is high, almost effeminate, but low enough to be just a touch masculine. "You're Puck, I take it?" He tucks his hair behind his ear and eyes the Coatl with as smooth a gaze as he can manage. His grin shrinks from the shy smile to a more suave twinkle of teeth.

@Ecxcabre [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6283129] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/62832/6283129_350.png[/img] [/url] A young shy Skydancer - scared to be noticed - hides behind the clouds and yet is desperately hoping to catch the fiery Coatl lady's eye.

@korozo

Oooh, d*mn...The thought flickers across Puck's mind as the wildclaw steps out into the light. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to fall back on old habits, "Nice to meet you. Name's Puck." His feathers fluff just a bit, "And what brings you here?"

@Kaldera

Puck leaps last second, his wings--huge for a coatl--spreading and pulling him up and away from the pounce. He laughs down at the imperial.

@galactic

"All sorts excite me. A good mind teaser, a test of physical strength or... endurance." He laughs, "My favorites involve pushing a person to the limit. Be it flexibility or pain. I habe to admit, hearing a limb pop out of place is rather disappointing but the usual screech that follows usually makes up for it."

@NeophyteRedglare

"The only free room in my lair is the empty space in my bed, I'm afraid." He chuckles, "Unless that's the kind of thing you're looking for."

@Ecxcabre
"Oh really?" His grin only seemed to grow wider. "How do you feel about hand-to-hand combat, my feathered friend?" There was a quiet click-click as he tapped the tips of his claws against the cave wall he leaned on. "We could set a wager, have a prize even."

((by the way im having a lot of fun with this - even if you end up not buying riddle would you be up for rping with other dragons?))

@ Ecxcabre ((edit: *hand slips and a 15 min gijinka is born* Yeah I'm more drawing than writing and I'm not sure I can do this as dragon-dragons)) [center][img]https://38.media.tumblr.com/e153998e9a57b1a76db5806e8989e17a/tumblr_nbz55oz2wY1r2tugco1_500.png[/img] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6247459] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/62475/6247459_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] ------------- His fathers said he'd be joining the war soon, if he can find no other purpose. His blood winged brother was lucky enough to be adopted into a light clan, but his own future is unsure. All his siblings will join the war in one way or another. Either fighting alongside his fathers, or being shipped off indefinitely to assist the goddess. In a final attempt, he flutters away from the lush land sprawling from the Behemoth in search of a new purpose, and finds himself in enemy territory. He laughs nervously at a grouping of particularly bloody looking mushrooms, "Oh.. crap. The Wasteland?? Ahaha, father's gonna kill me." At the very least, he seems to blend in with his bone white body and wicked carmine wings. If only he wasn't an awkwardly large adolescent. His fathers also mentioned he'd be hitting a growth spurt soon. Another one?? He's already bigger than most of the dragons in his lair. He slithers low against the ground among the residents of the Wasteland, his eyes drooped to hide his identity as a fledgling of the enemy, and bumps into the red wings of a coatl. Stiffening, he turns turns cautiously to meet the brilliant eyes of a fire dragon. [i]Just my luck, I find the one dragon here that's not from the Wasteland and it's a fire dragon.[/i] ((Ahhhh I'm no good at RP'ing and storytelling, I get too longwinded, sorryyy))

@Ecxcabre

Elijah glances about to the others as they are conversed with in turn, staying silent as he kept an eye and a sharp ear to it all. Once attention finally came back 'round to him, he stifled a chuckle.

"My my, you're certainly popular with the boys today. I simply came over to find out what was happening. A crowd surrounding a single point could mean very few things out here, and all of them would interest me," he finishes with an odd lilt to his voice, one that's hard to decipher. Somewhere between playful and smarmy, maybe?

@Ecxcabre

(Oh, he is so flirty, I love this guy.)

Yet another eyebrow quirk, and if they had been visible, there would've been a slight glint in Dirk's shadow eyes. He settled down, crossing his forelegs and folding his wings. He would try anything once. And besides...This fire dragon was on fire.

"I might be a little big for your bed...I could really only be your bed."

His tailtip fanned out as he wrapped it around his body, covering his paws slightly. His smirk became a little more mischievous.

"Unless that's the kind of thing you're looking for."

((random question but hey @Korozo @NeophyteRedglare would either of you be interested in rping sometime?))

(@Galactic

Hmu anytime, my friend! :33)