Brontes | 468 | Male | Dragon | Lyn Class | M: Jasper

Hovering in the sky the large dragon could see the panic coursing through his target. Faint murmuring reached his ears, seeming to be coming from the puny thing. Brontes was about to make a move when the human unfroze and ran for cover, straight into a small rocky crevice. In its hand was a sword, the violent weapon only served as a reminder to the dragon of the long war fought between man and dragon. But fortunately, it didn't seem as if this human would put up a fight. Screeching he dove for it, claws outstretched but the girl ducked inside, leaving him scratching furiously at the stone. His Jaws opened to reveal rows of sharp teeth he tried to stick his head inside, snapping his jaws in an attempt to reach his lunch.

The dragon began wondering if all this effort for a tiny scrap of meat was truly worth it, and he began to weigh his options. He had come all this way on instinct, and something told him he should give up trying to get to this human. With another attempt, he flashed out his frills and let an intimidating growl out. Eyes wildly scanning for the human he could not reach, Brontes backed up and launched himself at her again.

But no sooner than he reached her did that annoying tug at his heart pull once more. He dropped to the ground, snorting electricity as his chest tightened, a force nearly pulling him to the human. The dragon let out an ear-splitting screech before his voice was silenced. A wave of calm washed over him, eyes widening, and heart-pounding the tug in his chest turned strong, though the pain that had accompanied him throughout his journey was gone. As was his desire to eat the pitiful human sandwiched between the rocks. Warily he flapped his wings as he felt an internal click of some sort go off, and suddenly he focused his attention back on the girl in front of him, intently looking at her from where he now sat. Waiting for her next move.

Kereska | 309 | F| Dragon | Lyn class | Mentions: Corin

Kereska had been flying for days, and her strength was beginning to wane. She’d been trawling the islands near Onaron, chasing rumors of an ancient dragon burial ground when she stumbled across a small group of humans. Much to her surprise, upon spotting her they had been friendly. While Kereska had been unsuccessful in recreating the strange vocalizations the humans used, over the years she had picked up a good amount of their written language. Thus, by writing in the sand the humans were able to tell her of a strange new phenomenon: a dragon and human had become bonded somehow, the barriers between their minds melted away like frost under the sun. In all her centuries spent pursuing the lost history of her species, Kereska had never come upon so much of a whisper about such an event. When she asked the humans where she could find the bonded pair, they named a town she’d never been to before: LaFord, a place far inland and deeply forested. Though they attempted to give her directions, dragons don’t see the world the same way and before long Kereska was hopelessly lost above a sea of green. She longed for nothing more than to land, to rest her tired muscles and drink an entire lake’s worth of water, yet some intangible force kept pulling her on.

The strange instinct tugged on her, compelling her to dive down from her preferred flying height until she was zooming along just a few feet above the trees. Unfamiliar smells and sounds bombarded her senses, making Kereska long for the comforting rasp of waves on sand and salty sea air. Just when she thought she couldn’t flap her wings another time, Kereska saw a break in the canopy. Unpracticed as she was with landing in forests, Kereska’s arrival was extremely clumsy. Rocks and dirt sprayed into the air, and trees crashed to the ground as Kereska knocked into them while attempting to get her bearings. She roared in frustration, the sound much more muffled than she was used to it being. As Kereska took in her surroundings, her gaze snagged on a human male who stood just at the edge of her circle of destruction. As her yellow eyes met his blue ones, a shock of electricity shot through her. As a Lyn class, the feeling wasn’t new, yet something about it felt different this time. The tugging sensation she’d felt since setting out for LaFord intensified, and Kereska took a step towards the man, flicking her tongue out to take in his scent.