The heat of the desert spoke to the beast of war, a warmth they had once lived within. Now, in the colder months, it drew them even more, the promise of heat a grand temptation to the cold-blooded. Great maw spread to breathe in the dry air, blind eyes roving the sky as if they were useful once again. Their ears were strained, picking up the wing beats of their avian companion when he was in flight, the scar-torn dragon patiently treading the treacherous sands below as the sun beat down on them. Malak. Their closest and dearest friend, and if they were in a better state of mind, perhaps even a candidate to be their lover. Deep growl escaping them, a noisy wordless question sent up to the avian on their location. The sands were endless, but the dragon couldn't necessarily say in which direction they were, or what may be laying in wait at the bottom.

Blinking their eyes to keep the sand from their eyes, the dragon paused as they picked up a familiar scent - the scent of The Pitt. Deep in their stomach began the grumble, growing into a growl and slowly, finally into a deep roar. This was their land long ago, they had not forgotten it. This was the land upon which their children had been lain. War still echoed in the ways of this group, in the veins of this land, in the blood of its people. They were home. Standing upon the border, not waiting before trodding inwards, soaking up the scents, looking for any familiar scent. Now this was home. A place as brutal as they were. "Malak. We are home."

(Malak will be posted at a later time, feel free to respond if wanted)

  Ryu would find his ears perking at the sound of a roar; a familiar sound he had gotten quite used to during his first days here. His trio of eyes would gaze in the direction, soon landing on a dragon. Again, a creature Ryu had gotten used to seeing here in the pitt. Though he was a wolf himself, he had many features that resembled the scaley counterparts, and so he felt at home amongst the beasts.

He listened as the dragon declared they were home, mentioning a name he did not recognize. He wasn’t surprised, being new blood to these parts, he hadn’t met many of the other beasts of the pitt quite yet.  Admittedly, he had spent a lot of his time in the cave system, becoming a sort of hermit that didn’t seem to interact much with others. Though, that was a life Ryu found himself comfortable with.

The vampire did not like the heat, nor the light of the sun as it radiated above. That would not stop him, however, from coming above ground here and there to check up on things and catch up with his new clan as needed.

“Home?” Ryu would find himself questioning. He didn’t recognize the dragon nor his scent. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t from here. “You familiar with these parts?” the wolf would find himself asking, his long scaley tail flicking behind him.

swivel of scaled head, blind blue eyes locking onto the general location of Ryu, a hiss sliding from their lips as they took in his scent. this was a new body, a new voice, as they supposed most of the bodies would be here. there was little hope for the days of old when this had been their stomping grounds before goldenluxury had come around. they were silent for a moment, considering him before a deep rumble escaped them, their voice slightly muffled, "this is my home. our home.", they growled lowly finally, their jaws spread the slightest. for those close enough, they were likely to pick up on the hint of blood scent seeping from the god's jaws, from the passenger that they carried within the dark safety.

blinking slowly, studying his scent, "a long time ago this place was my home. almost my group.", their gaze narrowed the slightest, unable to see but able to have a general idea of ryu's location. they didn't feel any kinship to the other, not even for the dragon's blood coursing through his veins assuredly. a snort peeled from them, "who dares lead this group now.", the last they knew of it had been gael. too soft-hearted, but mind you, they had once been as peace-seeking as the fox had. fighting back the snarl that was building in their chest, too many leaders had come and gone. it was more akin to a lawless land of hell. calming the building rumble, mindful of the much smaller passenger they carried with them.

malak is in their jaws and in need of medical aid - permission given for him to be carried //

  So this dragon was from here. It had just been a while since they had set foot back in the pitt. Ryu’s tail would wave behind him as he listed the beast speak. He’d look up as the scent of blood hit his nostrils. As a vampire, it was a comforting scent and one that managed to distract him for a moment before the dragon spoke again.

His trio of eyes would gaze about, scanning the surrounding area.  Not many seemed to be around to answer. “If I recall” Ryu would begin to speak, supposing he would be the one to answer the question. [b]“Olalla is the current Ardent.” [/b]He began to wonder what business this dragon had with the ardent, as well as what he was carrying in his mouth that emitted the sweet scent of blood. The vampire couldn’t help but be curious.

A low rumble escaped from them against their will. They were in the least pleasant mood, their closest friend injured within their maw, bleeding out. Settling the anger building up in their chest, as loud as their own pulsating heartbeat that pushed at them to lay waste to the area around them. Such a feat was not acceptable, not until there was a proper enemy before them, or one who challenged them foolishly.

Calming the furious pound of their heart with blind eyes closing as they growled quietly, anxiety building in place of the anger. Thats why they were angry, they hated this feeling of helplessness, the fact that they couldn't take the pain, that they couldn't take the injury from Malak. Their body was bigger, they could handle the pain, they could handle the scars that came from the very injury that could kill him.

Deep the shuddering breath that escaped them unchecked, "Forget Olalla. Within residence are there any with medical knowledge." it was less a question and more of a demand. Not that the God could make someone magically appear with medical knowledge, or somehow explain the right things and procedures. How wonderful it would be if Aine was still around. Even someone that had herbs, they would do anything for the tiny life held so precariously in their predatory jaws. "I bring the injured back with me. I was once a Marauder of these lands.", not that the one who had given them the title of Marauder would have expected them to have left after his beheading. "I need somebody with medical knowledge to attend my friend [member=10179]Malak[/member].", but he was so much more than a friend.