Name; Ostium
Age; 1,500 years
Looks; Ostium is a large, dark green dragon. He has yellow-green stripes running down his back, as well as a frill behind his head. His underscales are a lighter shade of his stripes, as well as a few streaks in his frill, which is a shade of light green. His eyes are a dark golden color, And he has an array of dark gray horns resting on his head. He has two pairs of wings, one slightly near his haunches.
Perso; -Rebellious-Cunning-Hostile-Quiet
Type/Power; Poison
Other; naw

Originally Posted by Myik (Post 412562) So Who shall start?

Originally Posted by Myik (Post 412570) kk}} It was a breezy day, for one. Nephthys sighed as she sat up, head poking from her cave. The smooth stone was cold against her scales. Her eyes were dark, like the rest of her body. Blacked out with a lighting blue pupil. It was an odd combination for sure. She moved out of her cave, wings feeling tight as she stepped out onto the forest below. Letting her back wings unfold freely, she blew a small circle of smoke from her nose.

Ostium grumbled, stretching as he woke up from his nap. He prefer ed to sleep in the forest, honestly. But given the apparent dangers from humans, it seemed better to be a little higher up, so the humans would have a little more trouble coming towards him. He couldn't help but shiver, his forked tongue flicking in and out his mouth. He knew that humans weren't really a thing to mess with, especially if they were in groups. His frill fanned out for a moment as he trotted out of his cave, looking down at the forest below. He unfolded his four wings, leaping out from the ledge, letting a breeze catch his wings as he flew above the forest, then tucked into a dive, soon landing in a clearing, a few drops of poison the male's mouth, and dripping onto the ground below, killing the grass.
He flicked his tail as he saw another dragon, which was a dark shade of purple, appearing black. Well, it seemed like a good time to introduce himself, since he had seen her before, but he had just slipped away from her. "Greetings," He said, curtly dipping his head in greeting as he stepped into her field of view.

Originally Posted by Myik (Post 412596) A shock waved through her, and her head whipped around. Tail hardly missing the other dragon's face. Letting out a breath, she blinked slowly. Letting out a relieved sigh. "Oh, sorry about that. You scared me," She joked. Nephthys looked at the grass under her, seeing that the once green was now dead. That's something you don't see everyday. She dipped her head politely, folding her wings back in place. "I'm Nephthys, and you are?" She said. Sitting up, the dragon waited for a reply.

He leaned back on his haunches, using a foreleg to wipe away the green droplets from his jaw. He had it admit- it was pretty odd that it didn't really affect him, but it did other dragons, and well, just organic matter. "I'm Ostium, nice to meet you Nephthys." He said, tucking his front pair of wings to his sides, while the second pair remained only halfway folded. He blinked slowly, his talons scuffing the ground lightly, uprooting the stiff, newly dead grass.

Originally Posted by Myik (Post 412626) Nephthys closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the breeze as it flew by her. The sun felt hot, burning on her scales. Making several battle scars on her back seem brighter. She hadn't eaten in a few days, last time she had she had been found. And destroyed the small troop before the humans could call for backup. She didn't like killing as much as before. Her eyes glanced to Ostium, claws digging into the ground. "Well Ostium, would you mind hunting with me?" She said. Nephthys didn't want to go out alone, or be rude by leaving Ostium behind.

The dragon's frill slightly rattled as it was caught by the wind before he closed it. He glanced at the sky that shone through the canopy of the forest for a moment, the shafts of sunlight making his dark green scales shine a lighter shade. Personally, he more or so preferred humid weather, than just straight up hot, which made him feel like he was baking alive about half the time it seemed. There was small dents and ships along his sleek scales, as well as small ragged edges of his wings. A few of them came from humans, with their small but very sharp knives, which half the time would wedge in between his scales, and he would spend a long time just trying to pluck it out. "That sounds fine with me." Ostium replied with a shrug, as he stood up.