A .Dragon. In the .Sun. (light)

[My Paopu Fruit (Fury)]

Can you trust a dragon,
The colour of the sun?
With eyes the colour of wood,
And the body of a solder?

The wind blew softly though the tree’s as the sun was just setting over western horizon, this was the stag’s favourite time to come to the claiming grounds. Not just for the vixens but for the views that stretched out for miles. His daggers cut into the grass with force yet did no damage to the world around him as he cantered around looking for vixens. He moved with grace and power and a dark could see he was not to mess with, well considering his past lights should fear him for even though he was a light now he had, had a very, very dark past………

Can you trust a dragon,
Who holds out his wing,
For you to jump on
And fly into the sky?

The stags golden banner flew back in the breeze as the sun set out colours of yellow, pink, red, purple, black and blue dotted with the light from the stars. The moon was out early also casting a white glow that mixed with the suns last rays of the day. This made the stags golden form bright also as he slowed to a walk his bark coloured eyes looking around for mares that he could take back to his terra and they could be safe. As the stag Sundragon’s past was like that of a rotting corpus evil as the devil himself. For you see Sundragon was not a true light in fact he had no light blood in him. If you traced his past you would find he belonged to one of the darkest herds in other lands. He was an outcast different from other darks; he was kicked out as he would not kill a young lame foal.

Can you trust a dragon,
With a many a dark memories?
Even though he has changed,
He is hunted.

Sundragon slowed to a lazy walk throwing his head back he let out a mighty nicker for vixens looking for a mate. Sundragon did not tell many about his past not even his closet vixens really knew much about his past. Why would he bother to tell? Most lights if hearing about his past would run in fear. Though he was always kind, others that got on his bad side would see the fury of a dark unleased. He was trained to be a mighty warrior in his old herd so he could fight. He pushed the thoughts of his past away and focused on getting one vixen or more into his herd where they could live hopefully the best life with him.

[Riddle Box Juggalette]

<sub>.Punkeverina.

The almost purely white tempess stand off a ways from the claiming grounds, her breathing faster than normal from her long canter here. She'd but only just come across this place entitled Mystic Falls, finally freed from the group she'd been apart of for so long. Not many but one knew who she was here and so far none knew her name. Punkeverina or Punkess as some had called her in the Crimson Ivies. They had taken her not even an hour after her birth so really she'd never known her sire nor her dam much less which allience she'd been born into. All she knew were the ways of the ivies who had been that of lights. They'd taught her much in the three years shed been alive an she'd passed a good many tests to become one of them. Only now at the age of three had she been set free, aloud to move away from the grou but always a part of it.

Flints take her slender frame gracefully into the claiming relms, her boa arched elegantly as sonars twitch to catch the sounds of any that may be near her. Daggers move ever so silently, never making much any nosie as she travel deeper into the grounds. She wonder what she may come upon but could only hope for the best, or at least hope a dark or rebel did not come upon her first.

Raidars spin slightly when she caught the hellion's call, pistons plumbiting her in that direction at an esy trot. Paperthins quiver somewhat at the unfmilar scents aroudn her but nothing more, her peltage shinnign almost like snow in the sun aside from the grey stripes that run across her pillars. Punkeverina slow herself to a halt before the golden titan,bowing her apex just a bit though she did not yet speak</sub>

[My Paopu Fruit (Fury)]

OOC: I now have a pic of Sundragon here he is



The sent of another entered Sundragon nares before he saw the snow colored vixen trotting towards him. He watched her as she walked up and bowed and he returned it, bobbing his crown down for a moment. He flicked his golden whipcord at the blood suckers coming out as the day slowly sunk into night. He was silent for a moment looking over the beautiful vixen before his kissers parted and lyrics of kindness and peace where pushed out into the cool night air and caught in the breeze to be pulled into the vixen’s auds.

Lo m’lady I be Sundragon leader of Emerald Mountains what may this beautiful one’s blessing be?

Sundragon smiled slightly tossing his boa back his banner caught in the soft wind and blew for a moment before falling limply at his side hiding a mark of pain on his boa. Now that was one thing he did not show many equines at all, the mark that was always hidden by his long banner and when his banner around equines only saw a little of it and not the whole thing. To that mark was a story, a story of Sundragon’s past.....

[Riddle Box Juggalette]

<sub>.Punkeverina.

The slender tempess watch the hellion in silence as he return her bow, thw winds hat rage across the terrain in the wake of fall lashign her silken tresses across her facade so her forlock remained hiding one of her mocha pools. Nares quiver just ever so slightly at the titan's unfamilar scent, her sonars shifting slightly to catch his rumros spoken forth. She in most equine's opinions was quite an odd light since she seemed to speak her midn quite often, her thoughts very different from others because of the Crimson Ivies and the time she'd spent with them. After another seconds pause though she reply
I be one known as Punkeverina or as others prefer Punkess to shorten it"
She respond, her vocals smooth and elegant when they rumble form her throat.

Punkeverina shift her weihgt slightly, her flints remaining in place though as she arch her boa, raising her apex just a small bit as raidars twist to listen to the good many sounds that surround the young vixen. Twin opticals remain fixed upon the hellion, her vision as close to perfect as there could be. At times she got herself into much trouble because of her opioions but still, she never seemed to learn to keep her mouth shut al that easily. Oh well, at least she'd learned a good few things or others even if she did say to much soemtiems or even to little lately.</sub>

[My Paopu Fruit (Fury)]

Auds pricked as he caughted her lyrcis carried over by the strong winds of autum. The leaves fell from the tree's landing on his bod and tangling in his whipcord and banner the yellower leaves almost dissapering as they landed on his golden pelt. He shifted his weight supported by long pillars his daggers lightly digging into the earth his coat grew darker as the sun set over western horizon. Sundragon knew soon that the darks would come out as after dark was there favourite time so he would leave soon hopefully taking a new mare back with him. His kissers pared and lyrics flowed out into the almost night air.
Beautiful name Punkess my shorter dubbness is Dragon what brings a flower such as youself here? I would have thought you would have already found a stag?
He said smiling slightly he took a few steps closer to her waiting for reply.

[Riddle Box Juggalette]

<sub>.Punkeverina.

The snowy dove watch hte titan in complete silence, her visionaries taking in the sight of himself, his form, everything. Lids blink closed for less than a second, the owrld around herself slowly darkening as nighttime began to awake, day dieing down quicker now that fall was upon them. Back within her own home though she knew it to be different. There it was winter all the time, never once much a ray of sunshine, snow covering the grounds most of the time. True she'd come to love the cold, the icyness of it all, but she had always wondered what the usmmer wasl ike, fall, spring...

Sonars flicker ever os slightly to catch the golden brute's rumors, a small smile tugging at the corners of her plush. Within the Crimson Ivies they hid emotions more so than she did herself now, but she was away from her group, the only home she'd known before now.
"I've only but just arrived within Mystic Falls, I've traveled far from home so I've yet to meet any but thee."
She respond, her vocals like woven silk in the air, a sweet melody from her arched boa.

The grey stripes that run across her pistons sparkle somewhat as the moon start to rise overhead. Back at her old home they had done everything at night, the moonwashed lands makign her look more like a mythical creature than a normal equine out at the brisk of nightfall.</sub>