Desmodus suppressed an amused snort when he saw the she-dragon jump when he spoke. Was he really that terrifying? He knew that he just startled her, but he preferred to think of it the other way. Then, she relaxed, probably realizing his intentions weren't ill of any kind. Then, she calmly explained her own intentions, before settling onto her haunches and questioning what he thought she was doing.

The female's head tilted slightly, which indicated innocent curiosity, or was she smart with her body language, and hiding her actual emotions that could possibly be malicious? In fact, this she-dragon does look like someone who would be clever like that. Maybe it was her face? Her eyes? Des always knew to not judge a book by it's cover unless they are scarred and have a grumpy, tired scowl. Oh wait, that's himself.

"As a matter of fact, I rather was simply expecting that you were following. It's quite unlikely that we both fly the same direction and bump into each other along the way, isn't it?" Desmodus hissed, a bitter, frustrated tone in his voice. He still thought that she'd been following, but he didn't want to accuse her straight to her face. She might.. take it the wrong way. Be surely didn't want everyone to look at him as a narcissistic dragon with a huge ego.

Desmodus then wrapped himself up tighter, her eyes narrowing and his pupils constricting into stripes. "Now go get your water." That was his signal that he wanted her to leave, his tail tapping impatiently on the top of the branch. He hated talking to random dragons from the jungle clan, and he certainly didn't want one clinging to his tail constantly like Pinnacle always does. That would be very debilitating to his already-vanishing confidence.

Her anger was like music to his ears, if music didn't always hurt them. "You should know that I am in fact not going to be the next leader. Pyrite is the next leader. Were you taught anything under your leaves?" Desmodus huffed, a smirk appearing on his face. He felt quite proud of himself as she trotted away, her body stiff in irritation. Good. But then, she started running at him again. Pathetic. She did a little jump like she was doing dance classes, and then her sharp tail tip slashed against one of his legs. Pain shot down one of his legs, and a small cut appeared with blood oozing out. He stuck his head out of his wings to look at it, a bit surprised since she just mentioned that the gathering area was a place of peace. He buried his head back in his wings, glaring at her irritated. This little cut didn't compare to the pain he felt when he got his chest scar. "This small thing is nothing." He replied with a snarky tone, watching her as she walked away. Oh well. His break time got entirely interrupted, but if he stayed out any longer, Crypt would scold him.

Leaping off the branch, Desmodus began to make his way back to the gathering, very reluctantly. Now, he'd have to listen to every single dragon in the two tribes have their conversations with each other. Their pointless, dumb conversations like whether goats or cows taste better. He could see the high tree, and the leaders were still on top of the high tree chatting with each other. Pinnacle wasn't there though. He gently landed, trying not to hurt his leg even more. Then, the moment he sat down- "Desmodus!" Pinnacle's voice screeched, clearly overjoyed to see him for who knows why, and slightly irritated. "You left me alone! King Crypt will not appreciate that!"

"I've never heard you address your dad as 'King', where did that come from?" Desmodus huffed, settling onto his haunches and wrapping his tail around the nearest tree, his tail tip thumping repeatedly on the tree's bark.

"It's so everyone knows I'm the princess~" Pinnacle smirked confidently, raising her wings and head high proudly. Then, she unexpectedly screeched. "What happened to your leg?!" She hissed, stomping over to peer closer at the wound. "Who did that?" She sniffed the wound, trying to smell who did it. Then, she turned her gaze look up at him, stomping her foot on the ground as if to demand answers from him.

Desmodus looked down at the tiny wound. He'd already forgot that it was there. Good thing that she wasn't aggressive enough to try and give him a permanent limp. "I just cut myself on a rock while flying back." Pinnacle's eyes narrowed, as if she could tell he was lying. While Des certainly wasn't fond of the idea of lying, he wasn't a snitch. It's good that Pinnacle doesn't know who did it, because she'd tell the queen, and the queen will get... aggressive towards the Jungle Clan and demand that they hand over the dragon who did it. Even though his queen is terrifying, she doesn't appreciate her subjects getting hurt by another clan dragons, whether the dragon who hurt them is the clan's princess or not.

After the conversation was over, the two remained silent. Pinnacle looked as if she was contemplating if she should call him out for lying, or if she should just stay silent, but Desmodus hoped she chose the second option. He didn't want to argue with a hatchling right now. Not during the meeting. His gaze turned to the sun in the sky, which was nearing the middle of it. The end of the meeting. His fur began tingling from the sun the moment he did that, his eyes feeling like they were just put on top of hot lava rock. He grunted from the pain, but decided it was best to just ignore it. On the way back, he could fly under the trees to rest his skin and eyes.

The kings and queens seemed to still be chatting together. Crypt was alerting the jungle of a rogue group of fire breathing dragons they recently sighted, most likely because he was afraid the group would burn the jungle down sometime. That would be.. unfortunate, but also quite pleasing. They'd be alone, and never have to go to meetings ever again. They wouldn't have to worry about keeping the peace between them both so that no rival tribes attack, trying to drive them away. The Jungle Clan's princess landed next to Fouco, the king, and Voula, the queen, who just dismissed her to return to their conversation with King Crypt and his queen, who Desmodus decided to call Orcinus because of her orca patterned scales.

The branch made a small dip as the blue dragon from before landed next to them, greeting Pinnacle with a warm smile, and him as well with the same smile as if what happened before was completely forgotten by her. He resisted the urge to bite her wings off to see if she'll still be smiling, or if she'd finally respect him. It seemed that he'd have to deal with an arrogant narcissistic princess every month now, during the time that he has to get up in the middle of the day too.

"Hello! You are Princess Libellua right? It's very nice to meet you! Oh! I love your scales! They glow in the sunlight! And your eyes! They're green! And your horns! They're like antlers!" Pinnacle squeaked joyfully, looking up at the blue dragon, Libellua. The top of Pinnacle's head only reached to Libellua's shoulders, which was actually quite a surprise. Des thought they were both the same size. "What's your favorite hobby?" Pinnacle asked Libellua, her voice filled with excitement to meet the dragon.

As the two chatted, Desmodus sat, patiently waiting for the time they'd have to leave the meeting. Pinnacle excitedly listened to Libellua, being surprisingly calm compared to how she was last meeting. Maybe it's because she's growing up, or because she wants to be respectful to the other princess, but Desmodus liked it. Hopefully in a few years, she'll be nice and calm; finally enjoyable to be around. "I rarely see trees up in the mountains! It must be so cool to have trees!" She was particularly enthusiastic about the trees. "I'm not allowed to spar with others. My mother doesn't want me to scrape my scales. It's really irritating." Pinnacle snorted, a bit of fire shooting from her nostrils, before returning to being happy. "It must be so nice in the Jungle Clan."

Desmodus noticed Libellua mouthing something to him, but he's not quite the best lip reader, but he could understand that she apologized, which he was grateful for. He gave her a small nod. He would've ignored her at any other time, but he wanted to be on her good side considering he'll probably have to talk to her many more times in his life. Then, she nervously jumped down, headed towards the two kings and queens. Libellua can't fly in the rain.. how sad.

"We understand. It's been nice to speak to you again, King Fouco and Queen Voula. We hope you have a safe journey back." King Crypt purred, and then turned to the crowd of chatting dragons below. "Mountain Clan! It seems the meeting must end early today. Gather up your stuff. We'll be leaving soon!" He roared loudly, ensuring everyone could hear him. It was like a symphony. The sound of everyone's wings getting ready to leave following Crypt's announcement. Finally! They were leaving! Desmodus hadn't felt this joy in a month! Pinnacle waved goodbye to Libellua, keeping a cheery smile, maybe just to help hide her sadness. She was definitely enjoying Libellua's company. "See you next gathering, King Fouco and Queen Voula." Queen Orcinus hissed, before turning to look at Libellua. "And you too, Libellua."

All the dragons around lept into the sky one by one at the command of the four rulers. Desmodus grunted, his snout scrunching up in disgust. He despised the idea of following other dragons when their commands are entirely forced. No one has free will here. It's either obey, or be killed. Everyone has to act head over heels for both rulers to avoid being accused of being a spy. Everyone has to obey every step they're told, even the smallest one, to not be considered a traitor. Ah, why go into a long rant? There's no need for it. Crypt basically raised him, so why be upset at him and his queen? Well, not necessarily upset at them, just upset about the way they rule. They could be less commanding towards everyone, and be a tad bit more thoughtful. Everyone would tell him that that's hypocritical to think, but no one really knows how thoughtful he actually is, because he never shows it. It's too tiring to listen to everyone praising you for the smallest kind actions you do.

In the corner of his eye, Desmodus caught Libellua glancing back at him. Why did she seem so interested in him? What did he do to deserve her constantly looking at him? Is it his fur? His eyes? Maybe his scars? Or his muscular frame and wings? His utterly terrifying face and fangs? His capability of absolutely destroying her in seconds? Probably all of that. Desmodus decided to ignore the dragon's glance and pretend he didn't notice her. Her constant looks were beginning to make him very curious about her.. maybe did he catch her doing something she shouldn't have been doing?

Desmodus lept into the air when all the mountain clan was leaving. He was too tired to do a graceful spin like he normally does. Behind him, Pinnacle was leaping off the branch, her wings flapping to propel herself upwards straight towards him. Little rat. He snorted in irritation, turning to glare at her, but nothing could shoo her away. It was entirely impossible to get her to leave him alone. "Why are you still following me?" He hissed, his eyes narrowing, his head turning slightly to angle his eyes in her direction. The smile on her face was so irritating.

The sound of thunder urged the crowd to move faster, and the sounds of the wings sped up as they all hurried to get back to the mountains. The sound of rain in the distance was.. soothing to Desmodus. He always slept like a baby when there was rain. Then in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of blue in the very far distance. He had to squint to actually see it, and he could tell that wasn't normal, especially not that close to the mountain clan's land. Alarm bells rang in his head, as questions flooded his mind. Was the Jungle Clan invading them the whole time while they were peacefully having a meeting? As the Mountain Clan's Wezen, he had to check it out. "Stay with the crowd, Pinnacle. I'll be back." Then, he swerved towards where the blue was, and began flying. The storm had already caught up to them, so now it was beginning to pour. In the horizon, he could see that the cloud was looming over the whole Jungle Clan's territory.

Diving under the cover of the trees, Desmodus sped towards the blue he saw. Barely making a sound, his paws thumped on the ground as he landed, dropping to a crouch as he crept forward. It was blue feathers. He could recognize them already. It was Libellua. Again? His thoughts hissed, and his ears pinned against the back of his head, clearly irritated. His claws dug into the bark of a tree, and he quietly began to haul himself up the tree, his claws making an eerie creaking sound. Then, he peered from the branches, and behold, it was Libellua again. This time, she had another dragon with her. He couldn't help but be interested, so instead of pouncing immediately, he sat there, and waited, hidden in the trees, watching them. His eyes might give away his position with their glow, so he squinted them slightly to try and hide it. With the shadows, he was almost entirely invisible.

(Sorry this took so long to get posted ^^)