Breaking from the Shell

The Adamantine dragon heard the call and turned it's head towards the cave it had come from. At this point, it had slinked all the way down the mountain on the path, and was about to go into the forest, but stopped.

It sees the other dragon flying back to the cave.

It pauses for a moment and turns slightly to look at it's own wings. It looks back to the other dragon, then back at it's wings. The Adamantine dragon then takes off in a dead run into the forest.

Seconds later, it comes sprinting back the opposite direction, towards the mountain. It spreads it's wings, and begins sprinting up the side of the mountain, and when it felt that it was losing momentum, it turned and started running sideways. A couple moments later, it jumps off the mountain side and extends it's wings fully, using it's speed to allow it to glide off the side.

It glides alright at first, but begins to fall slowly. Not wanting this, it flaps it's wings a few times, getting virtually no desired outcome. It struggles for a little while before finally being able to fly "good enough" to reach the cave.

It lands just outside of the cave with an audible "thud", and slinks back in......though it was virtually impossible to sneak back in, being that the dragon was about 30 feet long, and several tons.

The purple dragon, having already been in the air, found no real difficulty in changing her direction towards the cave. She learned how to fly fast. She glided in high speed towards the cave and slowed down, putting up her wings in resistance, only when she was past the edge of the cliff.

She somehow managed to land on her legs without tumbling down, and grimaced quite visibly. Her stop had been too abrupt, and she felt as if there were scrapes on her clawed feet already. To that, she let out her first cry in displeasure.

The Adamantine dragon walks into the cave, with a very cautious and tense look on it's face as it does so, watching all the other dragons, and most notably, the man.

It goes to the far wall and lays down, staying alert.

The Adamantine dragon stares at the man, absorbing all the information it can from him.
He seemed like the enemy a short while ago, but now he doesn't...something was amiss.

He lays there for a moment and then suddenly coughs, as something irritated it's throat for some reason. A small plume of fire bursts from it's mouth and it backs up slightly.

The dragon's eyes narrow at the sudden odd occurance.

The purple dragon bobbed her head as if she understood. Her ears were getting more focused. She could make out the sounds, she could even tell what he meant... she knew that he wanted her to identify herself. To say what she wants to be called.

She put her head down, as if in thought.

She didn't mind having to abide to a few... rules. This man didn't seem to want to harm her.

The purple dragon didn't have absolutely anything in mind. She stepped out of the cave, into the ground just outside, and stepped onto the grass outside. She lay down in thought. She was certain that was not the place she would make her nest, but she knew that she wanted something similar.

The Amethyst dragon was baffled at what to think of the man. He had not a clue what it could classify him as, but he supposed it did not matter. He thought of what he could do for his nest, although to be perfectly honest he felt at home here. The atmosphere seemed... fitting to him. Yet for one reason or another he did not want to stay. Perhaps it is because of what he had witnessed in this cave.

"I feel tired..." He said to himself in his unusually childish voice. He walked towards the entrance of the cave, and then took a few steps to the side of the mouth and lied down. He did not fall asleep, but he did not seem to want to move either.

"...name..."

The Adamantine dragon thought to itself. It then looks over at the bronze dragon and it's reaction. It stares at the bronze.

Fact of the matter was, the Adamantine dragon hadn't eaten anything, and was significantly bigger than the bronze dragon. It quickly dismisses the thought.

Carrying the rabits had become cumbersome, and only then did the Cobalt dragon realize he was stringing 2 rabbits from his neck. Something about a name.

He was hard at thought about what he wanted to be called. He was unnaturally shy with this topic, but found that the bronze dragon stepping up first helped.

"I'd like to be called Varek." The dragon said. He almost opened his mouth to add on but lost his words.

In the mean time it came to finding a nest. He felt uncomfortable in this enclosed, rocky space, desiring something more free, concealed, and woody at the same time. Inside of a giant tree seemed to be most fitting. He temporarily set his rabbits on the ground as he scanned the treeline for big trees.

The Adamantine dragon heard the growl and promptly ignored it, facing the wall once more, trying to ignore the growling of it's stomach.

The Amethyst dragon looked at the Cobalt dragon as he stated what he wished to be called.
"Verek..." He said in a light tone. His view on the Cobalt dragon had changed, he seemed more like a conscious being rather than just another creature that looked like him. It made him realize the importance of having a name. (But... What do I want to be called?) He thought over what he had seen and done in his short day of life, and after thinking through it all he had finally decided what he wanted to be named.

"I---I'd like to be named Pacis..." He said with his childish voice in a rather meeker tone than he had usually spoken with before. As if he were worried the others would mock his name of choice.



(Etymology: Pacis (Latin for peace) usually used in a reference to pacifist/pacifism.)

The Adamantine dragon sighs and stands up, slowly walking out of the cave, to stand on the edge of the cliff and stare off into the distance.

...speak...name...hungry...

It thinks to itself.

"...name..."
it utters, in a low, rumbling voice...not so much old-sounding, but still deep.

It looks back at the bronze dragon for a moment, then back at the open world

"...hungry...I am...feeling...hungry..."
it tries to speak it's thoughts first, to excercise it's vocal cords