BETTER THAN ME // joining

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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]A dark shadow passes overhead, the sound of massive leathery wings beating the air disturbing the peaceful roar of the waves. The shape arrives from the north, ignoring all borders glides through the sky; clumsy and unsure. Although one might expect some sort of uncanny grace from a gargantuan flying beast, this one descends awkwardly as if hesitant to crush anyone on the ground below while not quite yet knowing how properly manage it's speed. A shower of ice and snow erupts from the hulking mass of scales as the creature falters, adjusting last minute so not to crash into the buoyant houses and instead collapsing unceremoniously on the beach.

Massive jaws part, revealing rows of teeth like knives as a grown of pain--or embarrassment--rumbles from within like thunder. Glacial blue eyes blink once, twice. Where...am I? Ever so slowly, the young drake slowly unfurls in a manner much akin to that of a blossoming flower. Granted, this particular bloom is much more terrifying. Although no larger than a draft horse, the male towers over much of the landscape.

Dense fog obscures most of his thoughts, though he manages to take in his surrounding after several moments of intense focus to keep the world from spinning. At first glance, the beast believes himself to be home. The beach and the sapphire waves throw him off, but it does not take long to realize that this place, wherever it is, is not the Typhoon. Some part of him feels disappointed, but the rest of him relaxes. He does not want Goldie to seem him like this. Gods, how long has it been? He swears he departed the Typhoon only a week ago, but the air is crisper now. It cannot be autumn already, can it? An intense frown mars his terrifyingly handsome visage, piercing blue eyes narrowing to slits as he descends into deep thought.

The dragon rights himself; muscular limbs pushing a lithe frame into a standing position. Someone is sure to arrive soon. He can almost guarantee that they will want to investigate the monster who crash-landed in their backyard.