Days went on longer and longer, it seemed. Laolong was starting to lose track of everything, even with the sudden chaos of an island being discovered and Tanglewood trying to take it back from The Typhoon. She couldn't help but feel detached from it all, the hustle and buzz and noise of it all. She'd been so silent within the group that it felt like she wasn't even in the group anymore. Just hovering around it like some strange ghost. She felt purposeless.

Thunder roared overhead as she skirted the border of the swamp, near the crater that housed silence and ghosts of all kinds. Her new body was nothing less than graceful, gentle yellows and deep greens of her birth body carrying into a lengthy lung dragon, standing 8 foot tall and 19 feet long. She tread along soft toe pads and curved white talons. And her signature jutting lower fang on the left of her face.

Rain started as a gentle pitter-patter against the sparse leaves of the swamp, dampening her peachy ruff and flattening it against her scaled body as she walked. Laolong halted, ears flicking, as she looked across the border. She could just run. It wouldn't be too hard. But where would she go? Foliage ruffled from beyond, and she leaned her head forward to investigate. 

[member=18044]INFERNO CIPHER-VANTAS[/member]

Well. It wasn't every day she'd see someone grooming themselves. The vague Coalition scent tipped her off and the dragoness narrowed her eyes. She heard about what happened last year and she wasn't going to let that happen to her. A low snort left her and she quietly looked over Inferno. A stunning feline, yes.

Tentatively, she stepped past the border, coming closer like the other had beckoned her to. "Hello. Who are you?"