[center][h2]Ixveria Ingvalt[/h2][/center]

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Ixveria sighed it has been a bit since she arrived to this island nation and she honestly was unsure on why she was here but Tiamat never led her astray before and why would she start now? There was little for her to do honestly blend in and make sure she goes unnoticed which has helped so far but for how much longer? Fallen angels has been the bane of her existance for quite some time always appearing at the worse time to try and take Tiamat from her. Brushing her pink hair from her eyes she glanced around looking for some quick food though it seems someone had something else planned for her. She felt it or to be a bit more correct Tiamat felt it the surge of power of a dragon. To Ixveria it was a siren's song to her now draconic blood. The surge of power was almost intoxicating for Ixveria as any thoughts of food left her mind and she walked toward the direction of the surge.

(Tiamat POV)
[color=0072bc]"Ah to be young and in the presence of a great"[/color] Tiamat said though only Ixveria heard it. All dragons was part of a brood when young before striking on their own Ixveria was a young dragon that much was for sure she had potential but she lacked a brood nest mates to say. This was her biggest flaw Ixveria to grow as a dragon needed a source of guidance that wasn't her. Someone to guide her tills he was no longer a hatchling and was ready to set out on her own. [color=0072bc]"Fafnir it feels so much like you though im pretty sure your busy with your panty collection to bother with a young fleshing as it feels like."[/color] Tiamat said once more trying to pinpoint who exactly it was.