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[color=#D1D0CE]Dreamseeker found herself becoming a little more flustered when the SandWing spread his wings, revealing their dark undersides. Yet, she stared, admiring them; they were almost as black as her scales, if not, just as dark. Luckily, the healer, Viper, broke her from her daze. Oh, right. They were hurt too, and the more she sat, the more pain rippled over her scales. She pressed her claws against a rather vicious cut on her chest and pulled it back to see that her claws were tainted a dark brownish-red. At least her wounds were mending over and she wasn't bleeding too heavily. She glanced at Eclipse and scanned over his form. He wasn't too injured either, she realized with relief. But that worried look in his eye... she ducked her head away, saddened by the sight of him. 

The SandWing was named Aardwolf. Dreamseeker liked the sound of that name-- it felt rough, foreign in her mind, not like her brothers' names, Honorseeker and Bighorn, or short and simple like Eclipse and Skua. She returned Aardwolf's smile when he said that Skua would be fine, and she decided to settle on a pillow that was closest to Eclipse. [color=614051][b]"So, these Duneprowlers... you've met them before? Why are they roaming the kingdom and attacking other dragons?"[/b][/color] Dreamseeker asked. From inside Aardwolf's mind, she caught glimpses of SandWings fighting among themselves, pained roars, and the splatter of blood against yellow sand. Her claws curled inwards. 

[color=614051][b]"I thought Pyrrhia was peaceful. That all of the tribes were united and prosperous,"[/b][/color] Dreamseeker mumbled.
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