[center][h1][color=DarkOrchid]Maiden[/color][/h1][/center]

[@Cuccoruler]{its fine!}
[color=violet]The smell of ale that swarmed this man was simply overwhelming. never having a taste for such drinks, the smell seemed rather stronger than she would have guessed. As she watched the man, sway from his drunkenness. The girl was unsure if she was shocked, or disappointed by the so called hero. Having been searching for him, she had hoped maybe, he would be a bit more than a alcholic looking to make some fast gold. From what she had seen so far, her hopes were crushed. She cleared her throat once more, meeting his bleak gaze with her own set of round eyes. [b]"[color=DarkOrchid]Do you happen to know of a Lance Heimlood?[/color]"[/b] The maid asked him simply.[/color]



[center][h1][color=powderblue]Malrunwa[/color][/h1][/center]

[@Cuccoruler]
[color=black][b]"[color=PowderBlue]My [i]kind[/i]?![/color]"[/b] She snarled quietly under her breath. Her eyes burning. The blueness of her eyes were so dead, and cold. but with the burning bite of hatred that had consumed her heart and soul. Malrunwa's heart swelled. Swelled with hatred. as the royal glazed into the eyes of the younger dragon. One thing was certain. She hated. Hated everyone, everything. Perhaps even her own self. [b]"[color=PowderBlue]My [i]kind[/i], have never helped. Never cared. They are just as corrupt as the rotten swine that dirty this earth. [/color]"[/b] Each word, each sentence, was laced with venom. Malrunwa did not bad down from the older royal. She had no fear.[/color]

[center][h3][color=deepskyblue]Losdir Aglareben[/color][/h3][/center]

[@fer1323]
[color=Gainsboro]Losdir had been traveling for several days now. Following the faint paths that would lead him to the human towns. Through the thick red wood, and over growth. Hunting along the way for food to last. he had not yet met anyone on his journey just yet. Not many were brave enough to travel to the elves kingdom, which meant going through forest densely populated with dragons. However, he hadn't seen many dragons either. A few of the smaller breed. Along with an infant toad dragon, who quickly ran off to his mothers den at the sight of Losdir. Losdir's aura was different than that of other elves. He had never been good with animals. He had never been good with a bow. But he was skilled, very skilled in the art of Magic. at the age of 13, he had mastered several branches. And as he aged, he grew more wise, more knowledge lead to more power. and at the age of 22, he had learned everything that the Elven kingdom could offer him. He wished to know more. he wished to possess the shared flame. The only way he could figure to do so, was to journey. Not to the Sunscale King like most had suggested. but to the Nightmare King. Being more aggressive than his Sunscale partner. he knew that if he made it to the Nightmare's palace, his skills behind magic might prove him worthy enough to learn under the wings of one of the royals.[/color]