[center][b][u]Tarkus[/u][/b][/center]

The earth started to rumble and shake as an earthquake ripped through the volcanic peaks to the far north. However the true culprit made himself known as Tarkus ripped through the earth in a shower of lava and stone, giving a mighty roar that could be heard for hundreds of miles. Shaking his massive body of any lava that may have gotten stuck in between his scales, Tarkus gave a massive sigh as he began to leave his little bath. It was a practice he had picked up hundreds of years ago, the lava would burn away any parasites that would find their way onto his skin. However after several hundred years of this practice most of his scales had lost the shine they had and instead were replaced with hardened rock that added to his already fearsome visage.

Now that he was out and about, Tarkus began to search for something to eat. Idly, Tarkus realized that he hadn't eaten anything in months and it was becoming apparent. Thankfully he didn't have to eat much, if he was like the smaller dragons than he would most likely destroy whole ecosystems in his hunger. No, he just needed one solid meal every six months or so which gave him a lot of time for other things, like art. A new favorite of his was to carve great works of art into the earth with his great talons, however only beings with flight could see the whole picture. Otherwise they just looked like trenches that went on for miles. 

Unfurling his great wings, Tarkus took flight with several mighty flaps and was off. For a dragon his size, he went at a decent pace that would easily keep up with even the fastest dragons. As he soared through the skies, the volcanic landscape of his home falling behind him, Tarkus flew over towards the oceans in search of a beast suitable for his hunger. After several hours of flight, Tarkus found himself on the open ocean and began to scan it for available food. However all he could find were whales and he wasn't about to eat those, they were too gentle to be considered food. Tarkus was about to give up when he saw a commotion. 

Passing over a human ship, Tarkus saw that it was being assailed by great tentacles that seemed intent on causing a great ruckus. A Kraken, that will do. Circling around the boat, Tarkus angled himself downwards before extending his forearms in front of him. Letting out a titanic roar, Tarkus shook the Kraken and most likly caused a mass bowel release from the already terrified sailors before grabbing the offending squid and lifting it up into the air. 

After a brief struggle, Tarkus carried off his catch to a more stable place to eat.
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Several days later, Tarkus found himself close to the tribe that hosted the festival. With a sigh, Tarkus hoped that no one challenged him to a fight. He had been in too many conflicts as of late to be interested at all for any more. However he was looking forwards to meeting someone, it was about time he did. Plus, its what Vasarah would have wanted him to be happy and he was currently being the opposite locked up in his ash lands.

With a shake of the head, Tarkus came upon the border of the tribe's field. Flying inside the tribe Tarkus soared over many dragons, most almost all much smaller than him. After about half a minute of flying, Tarkus found a clearing and landed with a heavy thud that sent a rumble through the earth. With a grimace, Tarkus hoped that nothing important broke. After flying for so long, Tarkus stretched out and decided to lay down for a bit before trying to join any conversations.