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[CrimsonMoon]

" Very well," The Lion King shakes his large head, glancing at Ragarnok brief, angrily. His gaze clearly that of a father who disapproved of a potential son before turning his back again.

Indira smiles and pokes his cheek," Ragarnok?

[Blazy]

(Wouldnt it just be something to have everything resolve itself, and then Ragnarok has to ask Ardeshir for the right to court Indira? Lol!)

Turning back to the small dragoness in his paw, he shook his head, had Ardeshir actually seen him, or was that glare just cast in the direction of his lair? He did not, could not, know. "We should go home, where its safe." Ragnarok rumbled quietly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ok!" She chirrups, her small wings opening as she quickly and gracefully dances into the air, dlying in playful figure eights around his head

Ardeshir snorts and starts back toward the Citadel

[Blazy]

Ragnarok smiles gently at her innocence, an odd expression on the sinister leviathan's features. Heaving his incredible bulk from the frozen ground, he launched into the frosty air, the air around them vibrating with the strength of his great black wings.

[CrimsonMoon]

She had to struggle to find a comfortable median in the air away from the powerful current made by his wings and close enough beside him, eventually finding a place above his head where she could merely glide

[Blazy]

The intense heat from the massive dragons' body rapidly heated the air around him, and as he cut through the skies, the frigid atmosphere super-cooled the hot air as he passed, creating small crackles of lightning as the currents crashed against each other. Ragnarok chuckled as he watched her circle around him, trying to escape the massive downdrafts created by his wings.

[CrimsonMoon]

Eventually she was force to just land, and she landed between his shoulders, pressing herselv to his back and humming

[Blazy]

He climbed higher and higher in the sky, then leveled off, gliding on the currents created by his intense body heat. They reached the volcano together, and he landed as gently as his great bulk would allow.

[CrimsonMoon]

she nearly falls off despite him landing 'gently' and giggles, nuzzling his scaley shoulder like a friendly bat

[Blazy]

Elvaran winged his way through the frosty air, icicles forming on his wings and scaled body, though they proved as only a minor nuisance, they slid off easily as he landed. He shuddered at the gaping maw before him, the distinct scent of dragon emanating from deep within the black abyss. Creeping forward, Elvaran dropped the carcass of a dead seal before the mouth of the cavern, and backed away to a safe distance. He waited there, and waited, and waited. Finally, he could hear the sounds of the dragon as it lumbered to the meager offering. Decaying flesh and exposed bones were what greeted Elvaran first as the dragon known only as The Lich crept into the light. Chills crept up the emerald dragons spine as he watched the skeletal creature snap up the carcass, the wet sounds of tearing flesh, and the crunch of bones between powerful jaws were the only sounds to be heard. Once finished with the seal, The Lich turned blazing, sightless eyes to Elvaran, "Speak." Dread filled him as the voice echoed in his mind.

"My master has sent me to request your aid, oh great and powerful Lich." Elvaran stated, bowing his head low. He dared a glance up, to see the Lich turn away, and lumber back into the cavern. "Wait!" He cried, throwing caution into the wind. "A portal has been opened. Powerful creatures, weilding magic, have attacked dragonkin. My master is powerful, he would not have sent me if he did not need your help." Desperation thick in his voice, Elvaran knew it was either die here, or return with the help his master required.

"The problems of others do not concern this one." The Lich spoke, gazing directly at Elvaran before turning away once again.

"They know of you, Lich." Elvaran said, hoping to gain his attention once again. "While I was scouting their numbers, I saw it among their possessions. An exact replica of your countenance, on a canvas made from the skin of an animal." Once more, the Lich turned back to Elvaran.

"Show me."

(This is the Lich!)

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira suddenly shuddered, feeling a slight coldness invade her belly much like many times before when the Lich stirred. Yet she did not know of the beast as she clung to Ragarnok's shoulder and chirrups," Ragarnok, tell me a story!"

[Blazy]

Ragnarok hums quietly for a moment, "There once was a great white dragon. He was king of all the other dragons, and they all loved him. He ruled for a very long time, and the world was at peace." He began, settling down for the story ahead. "One day, a black dragon appeared before the king, and challenged him for the throne. The king was an honorable dragon, so he agreed. What the king didn't know, was that the black dragon was evil, and he fought without honor, killing the king, and stealing his throne." Ragnarok paused for dramatic affect. "Now, what the black dragon didn't know, was that the king was terribly powerful, and when he killed the king, he removed the limitations on his powers set by the goddess herself. So, the king rose from death, and killed the black dragon in revenge, for now the king was evil. He killed many innocent dragons that day, before he was finally subdued by six Elder dragons. The king was taken to a cavern fast below the surface, there the Elders worked a spell that made him realize his crimes, and there he has remained ever since." He finished the sorry, wondering if she had ever heard it before, out if she'd ever even heard of The Lich.

[CrimsonMoon]

The tiny dragoness on his shoulder nuzzled one huge scale on his shoulder thoughtfully,"... Is that King alright now?" She asks," Is he ok?" Always the pure of heart...

[Blazy]

"He has not been seen since the Elders left him in the cavern." Ragnarok replied, looking down at her with thoughtful crimson eyes. "Perhaps we will find out one day?"


Elvaran flew silently, a grim expression on his face. The Lich flew beside him, each flap of his skeletal wings bringing the sounds of rattling bones. The pair made their way to the dormant portal, Elvaran landing without a sound, while the Lich crashed upon the earth with a sound akin to thunder. Supplies and bodies littered the ground around the portal, Elvaran searched through the mess for the picture he described earlier. The Lich stood to the side, watching the smaller dragon with sightless eyes. Those pale eyes tracked Elvaran's every movement, until he brought the canvas before the Lich. Gazing down, the Lich stared at the painting, his eyes narrowing at what he saw. "Explain this." He growled.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira nearly falls off at the distant sound of 'thunder' and crawls back onto Ragarnok's shoulder,"... Can we make him feel better somehow?" She asks, thoughtfully nuzzling on of his shield-like scales

[Blazy]

"I don't know, little one." He answered, "It was a very long time ago. Long before you were born."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Maybe we should talk to him," she churrs softly, crawling along his neck before settling behind one of his huge horns," I want to help him,"

[Blazy]

"How do you know that he wants help?" Ragnarok challenged, "What if he wants to stay the way he is?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well... If he doesn't want help, he'd tell me and i'd leave," she rumbles and purrs

[Blazy]

Ragnarok remains quiet for a moment, "The Lich is evil, Indira. What's to stop him from simply killing you before you could speak?"