Meet some people. (OPEN)

Guryon woke up from his sleep. He heard nothing around him. Which was neither good nor bad, since he lived away from his tribe. He slowly stood up. He stretched his back, popped his fingers, and smiled. Guryon walked forward out of his cave and looked across the sea. He loved the colors. He put his hand out and controlled the water to push a few fish into his maw. He it their heads off putting them down before they could feel pain. He then ate them whole.
Guryon jumped from his cave mouth and swam forward. He felt the sun through the water. He looked up and saw the brightness. He looked forward and continued on. He was still tired. But he had stuff to do. He had to meet some people. He was a really lonely dragon. He was also really bored with his life.

Zaroc rested on one of the cliffs that overlooked the ocean. A hundred foot drop into the impossibly deep water below. He laid there, his position regal, and his head held high, but he was comfy and relaxed. The wind soothed him, it's soft surface brushing against his pale blue skin and sales. Closing his eyes, Zaroc sighed softly, allowing himself a moment to bask in the sun's warmth and the sea's glory.

Opening his eyes, Zaroc happened to glance down, and spotted a large shadow moving through the water below. His eyes narrowing, Zaroc leaned forward, forepaws crossed over one another, as he watched the creature. Was it a dragon?

Deciding to test his theory, Zaroc released a soft cry, an invitation for the dragon to come up of he desired.


Zaroc looked and sometimes was scary, but in reality, he was a lonely old sod who wanted a bit of company. The Royal Advisor was dismayed to find there were very few IceWings even around his age, excluding Izzy and the beautiful Artemise.


(Here's what his call sounds like:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOWav94syLc

At 0:45 )

The haunting ensemble of whale song enshrouded Delphin, who parried their calls with perfect mimicry. The great sea serpent made his way slowly along with the ghostly parade, snapping up and odd fish or krill that his friends managed to miss with their gulping maws. His limbs and extremities were pressed tightly against his body which allowed the drake to slip silently through the water with his widely finned tail as a means of propulsion.

Absentmindedly, the Demi-God turned his head and noticed a strange pull of the tide, which the only explanation of which could be somebody messing with the sea. The blue dragon slipped away from the pod, and as their song grew quieter and quieter, he advanced.

Like a torpedo, the Tracker raced towards the shore, and extended his grasp to sort of playfully tackle the dragon the the sand. Half-way out, he tried to halt himself - it was not the dragon he had expected.

Oh, Guryon. My apologies - I mistook you for somebody else. he sort of laughed, sort of hissed. After all, this dragon had a thing with his sister.

A few minutes after this awkward encounter, a roar could be heard over the sound of the churning of the ocean.

(lmao idk how to fit it in)