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Originally Posted by Don't Panic
~Morona~
the shadows of the world. delicate and beautiful. warning her of the draconian. "my name so far is morona. i am here because i got pushed out of the territory of my flock. because i'm weird. i prefer looking like this, because i can use the shadows to my advantage. i feel much more powerful," she said, standing and turning to face the draconian, her eyes sharp on the other. she sighed and switched into her draconian form. "does this make you a bit more comfortable?" she asked, flicking her tail a little angrily. she was rather enjoying her peaceful time with the shadows of the area. |
Willow Brokenshadow
Willow blinked. Considering that Morona was a Nox draconian, and would someday be a guardian, it was possible that her flock had pushed her out to find a new one to guard, if her flock already had two guardians. The only reason she hadn’t been cast out of hers was because she’d proved herself to be dangerously adept at defending the flock, and their territory. That, and the current Nox guardian had been getting old, and couldn’t protect the flock anymore.
Pushing that aside, what kind of name is Morona? “Morona? What’s a Morona?”She transmits, genuinely confused. Was it some strange human thing? She doesn’t react to Morona’s act of aggression. She’s older and more experienced than the juvenile, and she doesn’t feel threatened by her. Willow does move farther into the clearing, however, both to size up the juvenile in case she decides to attack anyways, and to get a better vantage point.
The sun glints off of her dark amber scales, but only dully off of the black patches that litter the entirety of her hide. Molten amber eyes lock onto the other draconian as she tries to decide what to do. There is no way the juvenile could survive in her own, and left to her own devices, she could accidentally find herself attacked by a human. Not that she wanted Morona anywhere near her flock until she could trust her.
“How ‘bout this.” She transmits thoughtfully. “I will allow you to hunt on my territory until you find another flock to join, or I end up trusting you enough to join mine. You aren’t experienced enough or old enough to survive on your own.” She transmits firmly. “However, if you get near my flock without my permission, I will not hesitate to injure you. Do you understand?” The last part is growled, as she makes it clear that approaching her flock is not an option.