Slinking Shadows

He simply appeared one day, following in Unasren's shadow. Not even the Fire could put a claw on when the strange, sunset colored dragon had appeared. It was as if he had always been there, but no one had taken notice til now.

He seemed content to speak with Unasren when he absolutely had to speak, though he would send a thought or two to another dragon when it was necessary. Humanoids, on the other hand... well, he rarely spoke with them, though whether it was out of shyness or just a general dislike of all that wasn't dragon wasn't known. Nor would he speak on it to anyone, not even his companion Unasren.

Even the normally well recieved Selverat, with his jokes and jovial attitude sparked nothing but the cold shoulder from the sunset dragon. It was like talking to a wall.

The only thing that was known about this sunset dragon, besides his dislike of chattering crowds, was his name... Ressuras.

Fading Sunset

Unasren.

What is it, Ressuras? Unasren turned his head to glance at his shadow-dragon, taking his attention from the landscape about them.

Why is it that most of the Fires have a mission, yet you do not.

Unasren gave a small draconic smile, his tail swishing from side to side slowly, Why? I just haven't found anything that caught my eye like the others have. Probably because of my heritage. My old clan was very laid back, unlile the clans that many others are from.

Oh. Ressuras' wings rustled softly as they shifted, I see.

With those last words, Ressu' sank once more into silence.