NightWing Training (Open To all NightWings)

Zeoldrerrirth was resting on the ground, thinking about what his training would be like. After all, he was probably the first Nightwing Bone dragon that ever came, hes probably not even a full dragon at all! he was made by a wizard after all. He turned his bone head to look at the other Nightwings, chatting, probably talking about when will they would plan there next invasion. he just wished that he would be part of something for a change.

He gotten up, walked out of the cave, and looked around. There was nothing to do today, unless he had a trainer. He was a future Guardian, but first he had to be trained, so hopefully he could get a spot. He walked down from the cave, and saw some hatchlings tugging a rope that someone stole from the humans. He shuts down his Green glowing ball in him, and sat down.

((OOC- Will this training be hosted at a training ground of sorts, if so, Tene can make an appearance as an inspection of the potential guardians))

((yep. ))

Alistair had decided to go around the NightWing Territory to amuse herself and out of curiosity. It was a nice change, rather than brooding all the time. Her first stop was the Training Grounds, for a number of reasons. It entertained her to see the Trainees try so hard to please their overseers. Maybe if she listened in closely, she could hear a tip she hadn't heard before from a mentor. Another reason was because it gave her memories of when she was young and first joined the Tribe. She didn't have much time to learn properly like the other teens, but that was fine by her. She had learned plenty in the Rogue Lands. Still, the area gave her flashbacks of when she found the place she belonged.

The Night Fury's interest was caught when she saw a dragon with strange anatomy. Swooping down to land deftly on her paws, she looked at the dragon who had no flesh or scales. A skeleton. The dark-scaled female tilted her head to the side and studied them with pale grey eyes. Was it a boy or a girl, she wondered? Or did it have a gender at all? Their eyes were on some hatchlings playing.

Alistair decided to speak to it. "You here to train?"

The Bone dragon got startled a little. He saw another Nightwing, probably the Tracker. He also saw on how she looked at him, with a confused look.

"oh..um..y-yes" he nodded his head. "for Guardian" he also said. He stood up to look at the Tracker, his green eyes filled with determination. his bones was still glowing, a sign of energy.

"are you here to train, me?" the male asked.

By the sound of the young dragon's voice, Alistair came to the conclusion that he was a male. She noticed that she surprised him, and one of her ears flicked. She saw that his bones glowed with some kind of energy, as if his life essence was birthing the strong determination that shone in his vibrant green eyes. Alistair chuckled. This was a strange dragon if you talk about looks, but so far Alistair could pick up that he acted similar to most Trainees; eager to please and determined to learn.

"I'm not a Guardian," the Night Fury began, "but I'll be happy to show you the ropes. I'm Alistair by the way."

"im Zeoldrerrith" the dragon said with a smile. "and it'll be fine if you just show me around". The Night Fury looked interesting to him. He followed her, while he noticed that some of the hatchlings were looking at him, curious.

Alistair nodded before walking, letting the Trainee follow her. She twisted her head around and saw that a few of the Hatchlings were watching the skeleton drake. Huh. She wondered why, but she didn't feel like walking over to baby dragons right now. Instead, Alistair decided to try to break the ice with this Zeolderrith fellow.

"So," she began, "Have you any experience fighting?"

The Archon Tenebris slowly descended into the training grounds of potential trackers and guardians, his graceful and regal decline to the ground was marked by his almost effortless glide. The moment his talons grasped the surface, his majestic wings folded and he took up his usual domineering and authoritative posture. Mere moments after his own landing the Archon would soon be surrounded by his entourage, at least six members of the Eclipse guard and a number of other retainers and servants. In the wan light from the Sky, the silver attire of the guard radiated with a sense of pride and purpose, each of them baring a silver breastplate and a single pauldron. Tenebris himself for the occasion wore his ceremonial armour, a refined and stylized version of the garb he once wore as a Guardian before pledging himself to the life of a scholar and later ruler. His own attire was engraved and embroidered to depict roses and thorns, while the centre of his chest piece bore the heraldry of the Nightwing Potentate.

Tenebris often desired to personally participate in the inspection of the Trainees, especially to see if there was any potential ones among them from the trackers and guardians to perhaps serve the Archon directly under the Inquisition or the Eclipse guard respectively. His eeire sapphire eyes examined all those before him in silent scrutiny as he made his way into the middle of the training field, his ethereal glare attempting to catch the stare of all those present. Only upon his fixation of the Skeletal Dragon did he hesitate, curiosity sparking within him as he held his stare upon Zeoldrerrith as he spoke to Alistair. Tenebris had been aware of this magical construct given life, but it was the first time he saw the creature for himself, musing to himself Tenebris couldn't help but give a wry wolfish sadistic smile, such a being was a remarkable feat of magical ingenuity, and Tenebris himself could feel the raw energy radiating from the creature. For a brief moment The Archon couldn't help but fantasy about wondering what results could be had from experimentation with this Dragon, yet after a few moments he returned to reality as he continued his examination of all those present, his features returning to their usual stoic and apathetic visage.

Before he followed the dragoness Tracker, he looked around. Some hatchlings were curious enough to touch his bone tail. Others was just scared and stayed close to their friends or family. Zeoldrerrirth looked up to see a male dragon, looking at him. The male looked strong, and probably wise. He then looked back at the night fury and asked "where are we going first? And no. Thats why i came here"

Alistair's ears perked up when she heard a flurry of wingbeats. Ignoring Zeolderrith for a moment, she twisted her rounded head around to lay eyes on the NightWing Leader, Tenebris. She recalled that the two went back some ways, even when Xangor was still around, but the two never really interacted enough to be close friends. A few guards surrounded the Archon. Alistair saw Tene was wearing ceremonial armor engraved with intricate floral designs, something that she never laid eyes on before. The Night Fury noticed he was gazing at Zeolderrith, having the same intrigued reaction as Alistair did when she first saw the drake composed solely of bones.

It was Zeo's dialogue that made Alistair turn her attention back to him. She noticed a few baby dragons had taken initiative and began playing with his tail (something that Ali herself probably would not have done as a hatchie), and she did her best to ignore them since she was not very good with babies. "Hm. . . Not sure." Was there a place that wasn't as crowded? Deep in thought, she turned her attention back to Tenebris, debating what to do. She wanted to show Zeolderrith around, but she also wanted to approach her old acquantince.

"Have you ever seen Tenebris, the Archon?" she asked, taking a step towards the majestic NightWing and beckoning to Zeo with her tail. Alistair hadn't seen Tene around in a long while, and she was not sure if that was because she was alone a lot of the time or if the Leader hadn't been out much either. She figured it was an honor to see him here. "I think maybe he was a Guardian before." The Night Fury gave the Archon a respectful dip of her head, then rose her chin yet again with a friendly look in her eyes.

He saw the Night Fury to look at the nightwing leader. "oh..um..n-no. im new here, but i have heard of him before", he responded back. He saw the Night Fury bowed down her head at the Leader. Not knowing what to do, he did the same thing. Did i do it right? he thought for himself. Hopefully nothing happens...

Loud wingbeats was heard from above as a jet black drake of big proportions for a Nightwing slowed his descent before landing a few feet behind Tene, the Grand-Inquisitor and Lord-Commander of the Nightwing Potentate stood much taller and broader than his Archon, but yet, it seemed as if Tenebris was much bigger.
Which was likely due to his title and how he always carried himself, proud, domineering and regal.

Nerokius stepped forward as the Archon's personal entourage made way for him to stand at his side, ever domineering himself, yet somewhat less by Tenerbris' side.. His yellow luminescent eyes fell upon the grounds below where the young and old black drakes were tending to their daily training and his head tilted at one special guy.. Made of bone and magic, Nerokius could only spot alittle glimpse of the warmth that so much magic in one place was bound to release, however in such small amounts, the bone drake was nearly invisible.

Nerokius was clad in steel and onyx rock armour, sitting over his right shoulder and with a jet black cape falling over his back.. A rare sight this was, even clad in armour was rarely seen.. Yet this day, he was clad in his formal armour, but not ceremonial armour as there were no gems, nor gold upon him..

Smaller wingbeats had followed the Lord-Commander and two smaller drakes now sat perched ontop of the building behind the Archon and his Right Hand, small in general, their respective purple and emerald eyes, they loomed down at everyone in silent scrutiny.. These were the two Guardians that Nerokius had found to trust with tasks and to act as his eyes and ears within the Imperium.

"Anything worth of interest, My Liege?"

Nerokius deep and rumbling voice spoke directly to Tenebris, but without looking at anything but the grounds below and towards the dimly lit bone drake with some sort of interest, himself.

Tenebris maintained his visage of superiority as he began to slowly make his way throughout the training ground, inspecting the various trainees and their instructors. His expression was ever one of calculated thought and he stoically viewed them. His entourage never far behind yet enough distance not to crowd him as he went about the examination. In truth Tenebris was impressed, there was always the fear that new Guardians wouldn't be up to the tasks before them in the dire situation the Dragons now found themselves in as unspeakable horrific monsters had entered the continent through portals of magical origin, thus training of new Guardians was essential to ensure the Nightwings adapted and developed themselves against this new threat. This new threat wasn't like the conflicts in the past, unlike the Civil war between Nightflare and Phantom which Tenebris fought in this was exotic and new.

Tenebris through his peripheral vision caught Alistair and one of the new trainee's approaching, he turned gracefully as they came to his presence. As Alistair bowed her head in a formal fashion, Tenebris returned the gesture with mutual respect and acknowledgement. "Ah, Alistair, a pleasure to see you as always", Tenebris spoke with a low yet course hoarse well cultured tone, his metallic sapphire eyes then turned to Zeoldrerrirth as he regarded the Skeletal Dragon through narrowed eyes, fixating upon him before releasing a soft coo as he mused to himself "And you must be Zeoldrerrirth, yes? We have yet to meet formally, but I've heard much of you. You certainly are interesting aren't you". Tenebris had to fight back his curiosity and scholarly behaviour, desiring to ask about the workings of such a construct and the magic which gave him life. As Nerokius came to Tenebris's side he gestured for the Lord-Commander to come closer, beckoning him with his talons, "Tell me Commander, what do you think of our newest kin to the Tribe, quite unique to say the least wouldn't you agree?" suggesting Zeoldrerrirth

with all the nightwings that was curious about him, he was begining to become a bit...nervous. he had a phobia of crowds, and if it keep growing bigger, he would have to go somewhere else. he looked around, trying to stay cool. hopefully that a guardian would come and train him.

he was about to say something to the night fury, but he keep his mouth shut.