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[h3]Zyghin ⚏[/h3][/center]

[indent]He [i][b]felt[/b][/i] the pull first. It was a sticky tug of the shadows, a twisting smoke around his small form. Zyghin, the melanoid dragon, slowly lowered his wings around himself then waited several pulsating seconds. When the fourth thrum of his heart slammed in his ears, he felt compelled to finally slide his eyes open. 

For a moment he saw only lines of darkness, followed by spirited lines of lightening, shimmering ice, or convoluted flames. He took a step, hearing his talons [i]click[/i] against the earth. [color=black][i]A cavern.[/i][/color] was his first thought. Then an image of a large maw opening in the earth flashed. 

[color=black][i]Yes, this is a cavern.[/i][/color] He waddled forwards to investigate even more, disregarding the other dragons around him. He could smell something, a mingling of disgust and interest. Zyghin started forwards then pulled back, there was a peculiar scent mixed in as well. [color=black][i]Danger,[/i][/color] came the unbidden word. 

He glanced over his scaled hide and saw, beneath an amber tint, the other dragons. [color=black][i]Tools. They'll help me get free.[/i][/color]

Three flaps of his wings had raised him six feet off the ground. [color=black][b]"We should leave. Not... Yes, it is not safe here."[/b]  [/color]The sound of his voice, as sharp as his talons but dusky with mystery was pleasing to him.  [/indent]