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    Dragons name~ Ethre
    Age~ 133 years old (very young adult)
    Gender~ Female
    Looks~ Ethre has a smooth, slick hide. Her scales seemed to be slick down with oil, her scales tightly compacted around her body, keeping in warmth and moisture in. Her scales are sleek, her posture elegent, and her neck long, (but not too long) and draping. She has a fine-boned head, curved, smooth horns rising up from her scull.
    She has a lithe, thin form, with muscle that ripples underneath her scales every time she moves. Ethe's limbs, thin, long and graceful, enable her to move quickly and silently. Her tail is long and thin, her wings, tattered and torn, though perfect for flight. Small, black tufts of fur stick up from the nape of her neck all the way to her head.
    Looks~


    History~ Ethe's past is unknown, dark, and hidden deep within the depths of her mind. Not many know about her, just the fact that she was a young, and well talented apprentice who came from a large dragon clan.
    Element~ Darkness
    Personality~ Ethe is quiet and well-reserved. She doesn't talk much, and does not like to reveal to much to herself. She watches silently, from the shadows, gathering information about others and using it to or against them when needed to be. Once one gets to know her, she is quite sassy, and if not, has a strange sense of humor.
    She does not lurk around others much, and likes to be with herself, in her "own" company. Most of the time, Ethe is grim and serious. She can be arrogant at times, this trait, mostly effecting her "liability" to make friends quickly. One of her most striking, and most noticable traits is her "elegancy", though she will not hesitate to get her claws dirty if needed to be. She is not quick to jump to conclusions, or judge. She is not the one to stay around when things get tough, and others argue. She is most likely to slip away, and avoid the situation if possible, or if needed to be, act from a far distance, and interfere when necessary.
    Other~ One of her quirks is talking in a russian-like accent. *Ice&Fire*

    Ethe slunk through the the tundra, white snow softly crunching under her claws, as a cold breeze tickled her ear. darkness gathered about her, wrapping around her lithe form and hiding her in the shadows created by the tall breeze.
    A rabbit dangled limply from her jaws, lifeless and limp, blood pouring freely from the wound in his neck. This, would be the tiniest snacks for the dragon, as soon as she got into her cold den in the mountains.


    She glanced around suspiciously, nostrils flaring to scent the air. She lifted her neck to the sky, the breeze flowing and carrying familiar scents:
    dragons.


    She didn't want any trouble with them, and as far as she was concerned, they were in the mountains, somewhere next to her cave.
    A clump of snow trickled down onto her snout, and she snorted, shaking her head, her mane flying everywhere. She ascended the side of the rigid mountain slowly and carefully, her claws clicking gently on ice. Her tail flickered back and forth through the air with anticipation, and her heart pumped ever so slightly- betraying her fear.
    She wasn't sure if the new dragons were a threat. If they were, she would either have to move quickly, or fight, and the dragon wasn't to give up her new home.


    She lifted her head and flapped her wings carefully, balancing herself upon the steep mountain. Wind blew and rushed all around her, flowing through the her mane, and whipping at her eyes.
    The shadows crept slowly up her legs as she sank low, crouching down until her eyes were only visible through the bluff of the hill top.
    Her eyes flickered, watching the two dragon's closely. What a pleasant surprise.

    As Ethe dug into the carcass, savoring the sweet fresh smell of meat, she coughed. A putrid scent stung her nostrils. She coughed once more, hurling as she reared, half flinging the rabbit into the air. Her jaws opened into a silent cry of outrage, and she clawed at the air blindly.
    A green mist swirled around her as the toxic gas curled itself around her. Her wings pumped wildly as she took off, floating into the intoxicated air. She let out a sound- half between a roar and a cry. She closed her eyes, pupils stinging from the foul smell as a tear leaked out of her eyes.


    The black dragon flipped her head this way and that, searching for where the toxic was the strongest. She had to end this quickly.


    Abruptly, Ethe dropped, shifting her weight now so that her front end shot down. Wind whipped and rushed past her face a she plummeted towards the ground. She narrowed her eyes, letting out a grunt of displeasure.


    A loud crash could be heard as the dragon smashed through the ice, her large mass easily breaking the ice on the shore. Shards of ice flew everywhere, now crystals as they spun through the cold wind, the sun's gleam reflecting off of the surface. Ethe raised her elegant head, her scales dripping with cold water, her muzzle twisted into a scowl. She glared at Wyn, her cold, furious blue eyes peircing through the toxic dragon's scales, a stare that could render even some of the toughest dragons to feel nervous.


    Her teeth poked contempuously out of her mouth, her eyes narrowed as she examined the dragon and sized her up. The female was large. With sickly green scales covering her skin, her build lean and thick, with a large, seemingly masculine head. Ethe figured that the dragon could easily whop her, but Ethe wasn't about to go down without a fight- if it was needed.
    "What are you doing!?" The black dragon sneered, muscles tensing.

    Ethe's tail swished back and forth, cutting through the air like a knife. The dragon was impatient. She tapped a claw on the frigid ice while her snarl deepend.
    "Don't try me." She growled. The black dragon stared at the other with disdain. A small grin played at her lips for a brief second, after she realized the insult that had just been thrown at her before all traces of happiness were replaced by a smug grin.
    "And, no, i'm not blind. If I were, I wouldn't be able to see you. Let alone fly through the air. That was a stupid remark." The black dragon chuckled, her mouth briefly opening to reveal sharp whites. "I'm not stupid. I know what you are doing. Judging from those puke-green scales, i'd say you're a toxic dragon. And what is in the air? Toxic? What is in the sea? Toxic. Toxic everywhere." At this the black dragon smiled, a scaly eyebrow raising as she rocked back on her haunches, arms folded.

    (Just incase someone gets confused, she was on the ground, talking to Wyn)
    "And being arrogant will get you nowhere." The black dragon reared up on her hind legs, head raised to the sky as she watched the two dragons tumble to the earth. She spread her wings, letting the wing flow through them and watch them flap in the breeze. Ethe usually wasn't the one to save another, and she never bothered, but she figured that another dragon didn't deserve to die, especially when they risked their life attacking a possible menace.
    Ethe took to the skies once more, her wings pumping furiously as she zoomed towards the falling dragons. She lowered her neck as she clasped her wings tightly to her side, almost like a stream-lined fish. She narrowed her eyes, head lowered as she prepared to connect with the fighting females. She collided with the two, sending them flying away from each other by a few inches.
    She gathered herself, and slid under the ice dragon, using her wings to give the other female some air to gain her balance and fly on. She flapped her wings steadily, directing the older dragon torwards the water with small bursts of air she managed to conjure up with the little dark in her she had.

    (Pfft. :P Apparently that happens alot. It's just the way I RP, and apparently I feel awkward and out of place when I post it. I was thinking we could take the RP a bit slowly, so we could read the posts better and respond to it more accuratly, but i'm not sure.)

    5 out of 60


    Ethe gasped as huge sparks shot across the sky. Her eyes widened with fear, her heart thumping violently against her chest as sparks shot across the sky and showered down to the earth.
    She pumped her wings wildly, diving for the cover of the trees as she let out a ear-shattering screech. She roughly collided with the branches, letting out a strangled cough. She gathered her feet below her and slowly stood up, breathing hard.