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Ashiver and Sky Python
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Date Posted: 23:44:39 08/05/02 Mon
There is a sudden roar- but one created of wind, not voice, and great, winged red streak races past the vampire's cavern, gliding at an incredible speed down the mountain, sending a dreadful blast of cold air into the cave.
"Must you fly so fast? You'll miss the scenery," a somewhat raspy voice from above the cave calls. There is a smaller whoosh, and the winged figure of a man lands outside the cave mouth, on the ledge in front of it, his back to the vampire. He's obviously Paxton- his wings are bat like, covered in a thin iridescent red fuzz that gives them a shimmering look, though not an angelic one. He folds them on his back just as the red dragon looks over her shoulder, turning in midair and gliding back to him.
The dragon herself is an odd-looking one. She's sleek, built for flying, with a relatively feline-shaped body covered in red scaled, except for her undersides, which are a golden-yellow. Her head is long, narrow, and triangular, with webbed ears and- of all things- black curving antlers. One of her eyes was a deep, emerald green, the other a bronze-copper. She landed easily, folding her enormous wings. She was about three times the size of a horse- small, for a dragon, but still big. "It's not my fault you're so slow," she says, baring her fangs in a draconic grin.
"So you say, my dear Sky Python," the Paxton says drolly, walking forward to where the dragon landed and turning sideways, leaning his back on a rock. He's garbed entirely in black, which contrasts sharply with his white skin, and equally white hair. It's longish, and shaggy, but not quite shoulder-length hanging over his face. His eyes are light lavender, slit-pupiled. A tattoo curls over his left cheek and around his eyes, a design that looks like a thorny vine, but decidedly Celtic in form. His long-sleeved tunic and baggy pants hide the rest of his skin, making it impossible to see what other tattoos he might have.
"Hrm," the dragon's attention is no longer with this Paxton. "Ashiver… you smell that? It smells like dried blood…"
Ashiver can't possibly have as good a sense of smell as Sky Python, but he gives a sniff, anyhow.
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