A Restless Evil at Bay [Open/Gifted Crystals]

by **Iskander** Wed Mar 15, 2017 6:22 am

The IceWings and the SeaWings. Perhaps one of the better relationships nurtured by dragons throughout history. Perhaps it was the chemistry between the two races? Ice and Water, as alike as day and dawn. It was an eternal alliance worth harboring. Iskander, a guardian of the SeaWings, greatly believed in the IceWing tribe, and was hopeful that they'd live up to their potential, but frankly, it never seemed to be the case. They changed government and leadership as often as dragons would hunt. It was quite embarrassing. But for now, there was no leader nor unstable government for the IceWings, but rather, they were under the rule of Lord Draken, who was as useless and unhelpful as can be. Iskander desired to take the tribe over, and inherit the king's name as Lord of the SeaWings, but that would not stop him from visiting his ally, the IceWings.

Iskander would trek carefully in the tundra that was the Icy Mountains, quickly adapting to its icy temperatures. His sky blue optics would squint in the docile winds, looking for the dragons. He wanted them to know his name, and he wanted to know theirs. They were a weak group, and Iskander needed support to function as well. It was a beneficial relationship, awaiting to be birthed into a world of greatness. "My, my... where could they be?"

by **Vann** Wed Mar 15, 2017 6:37 pm

With the SeaWings merging with the IceWings, Vann had to spend a lot more time on land than he was used to. This gave him an opportunity to make even more friends, explore the land, and most importantly, mastering being able to walk. Vann swam around the main continent to the shores of the IceWing territory. He dragged himself along, like a giant turtle, and when he was far enough inland, he morphed his flippers into legs an paws. Slowly, he balanced on the new limbs as he lifted himself off the ground. It took quite a while for him to get used to being able to walk. At first, he stumbled and tripped like a newly-hatched Dragon. Eventually, he was able to move a little more normally, but his legs were stiff.. But Vann was just happy he could stay upright. The Guardian smelled a familiar presence after walking for about an hour. It was a SeaWing. He spotted it across the tundra and started to make his way over.