[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
Viranti’s world shrunk and his perception was hindered by a dissonant haze, not that the pitch black backdrop that made up this setting left much to be observed. Parallels could be drawn to before he first woke up in this world, except he really couldn’t move and just layed on his back, limbs sprawled out and him facing upward, him at least discerning that much. The feeling of being bounded and immobile was epotently familiar and wholly unwelcome, and he struggled in place to break free, but wasn’t in the least bit successful. His efforts gradually grew in urgency and progressed into full blown panic.

After a tense few moments, the deeply alarmed dragon finally moved his right arm and swung it in front of his field of vision. But what should have been a cause for relief turned anything but, his bare hand and forearm appearing to petrify into hardened sandstone before cracking and jaggedly splintering apart before his eyes.

Viranti’s eyes surged wide open, his body coming alive in a frenzy of movement that climaxed with him jolting into a roll off of his bed of leaves. He breathlessly surveyed his surroundings and found that he was back in the forest, just prior to sunrise. Now on his knees, his breathing slowed gradually and indeed was visible in the frigid early morning. His left arm helped hold himself up as his right hand smoothed over his face and down his head and horn. It was fair to say: that was all the sleep he’d be getting for the time being.

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Viranti had eaten all he could the night before and decided to spend some time sitting by the lake, his feet in the water. The marvelous novelty of a sizable body of water wasn’t lost on the hunter, him feeling what it might be like to be a human stumbling across a similar quantity of gold or treasure. He smirked thinly as his feet played about under the surface, proud of himself that he wasn’t empty headed enough to jump right in the first time he saw it and probably drown within minutes.

Lingering for a few moments after daybreak, the young dragon exited the forest, taking only a few of the supplies he had gathered the previous day and headed back to Edivid, quietly in thought throughout the trip. He arrived to find the Oracle and some of the others waiting next to a fantastic “structure” of some kind. “[color=ed1c24]I am here, Oracle,[/color]” he spoke simply, eyeing the gateway skeptically. “[color=ed1c24]This is where we must go?[/color]” His unfamiliarity with this mode of travel may go without saying, but he was willing to enter this portal with little question should it be necessary for him to do so.
[hr][center][@Darkmoon Angel][/center][hr]