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[βKialish]

"Soon, there will be a Hatching. You all desire a dragon of your very own, do you not? I will carry you all there, or at least to the border, so that you may have a chance to bond to one of these hatchlings. You should have no problem, for you are all worthy. Once you have your dragons, I shall return for you. We will have a journey to participate in. It will be unlike any journey you have ever been on before. We will receive power, so much power, power enough to rival that of any other creature on this miserable continent!" Septys began to say as the shards were picked up into the pile. Arai's eyes sparkled with ideas. Power! Something he did crave very much. Maybe this dragon could help him, lead him to more strength. Arai watced as the great dragon trembled and tubes glow brigther. He looked at the other two, eyeing them, especially the girl whom Septys seemed to favor. Friends or furture rivals? He pondered many thoughts as the shard stayed up his sleeve, hidden from view and sure to stay put until he wanted to examin it later.

[γShadowToxin]

Isra looked up, watching Septys as he seemed to think within his own mind, when he lashed his tail, spraying up a wave of sand, she jumped slightly, taking a wise step back just before a stream of acid dripped close to where she just was. She eyed him a bit more as the shards dissapeared into the bag he had, a thead of curiosity blinking to her mind, just what were those shards for? She wondered to herself, blinking slightly as the last of the glimmers dissapeared into his clutches.

"Soon, there will be a Hatching. You all desire a dragon of your very own, do you not?" Came his voice, breaking her out of her revier, snapping her head to look up at him, almost immediantly her mind twisted to another series of thoughts. A dragon, she wouldnt deny she hungered for a partner to have as her own, wings to coast on. And the mention of his power, oh, that perked her intrests more, a dragon AND power? What could be better?

Her smirk widened on her face, giving him a flourishing bow in return, "a beautiful ideal you have, great toxic." She warbled in return to him, he was giving her direction, a purpose, something for her to fight for that was not of her own boring needs. It was an interesting change, one she was all to eager for. "I simply cannot wait to see your plan put into action." She finished, turning to glance at the older boy that looked at her, smirking at him, giving way neither a welcoming, not diswelcoming face. Best to keep those two guessing.