My bios are right here. I was working on them on another tab while I was talking to you. :D

Name:| Aykinthrien Fleetfoot
Age:| Eighteen
Gender:| Male
Bond:| Ari
Appearance:| Ayk stands at five foot ten inches tall. And his eyes [which you might not be able to see] are dark green with golden flecks.

Personality:| Ayk isn't what anybody first thinks. Before befriending, he might look rather intimidating because he comes off rather cold and distant. Not really wanting to talk to anybody unless given a reason to do so. But if you happen to be really persistant, you might actually break through the outside shell to somebody who has a kind heart. Ayk is charming and funny, and he is as loyal as anybody would think.
Other:| Call him Ayk.

Name:| Ari
Age:| Young Adult
Gender:| Female
Bond:| Aykinthrien Fleetfoot
Appearance:| As far as dragons go, Ari is very serpentine. Like an Oriental. Angular features make her head very triangular and have a very pointed muzzle. Two horns – one on each side of her head – sprout from the back of her head and curve slightly as they extend high over her long neck. Dark, alien crimson orbs are mounted on the front of her scaled face and are slanted at an angle as the backs curve to the side of her face. When she gets any kind of strong emotion, black pupils will start to become visible; whether they are circular or slitted. Inside her maw are long, sharp teeth that curve towards the back of her throat. Her canines are slightly longer though. Behind the serrated teeth, is a forked barbed tongue that lays in acidic saliva. Sprouting around the horns are dark crimson feathers that surround the first third of her neck before following down her spine to her narrow shoulders, down her back, and tail. The wings are dark crimson – closer to black – and carry the five fingers of a dragon. The wingspan is around fifty feet since this form is longer than the length of a football field. Her legs are long, muscled, and each paw sports five, curved silver talons. Her tail is half the length of her body and neck together and it is tipped by a tuff of dark crimson feathers that help steer when she is flying. The right side of her maw is pierced with three golden hoops while the left is pierce with three silver studs. She stands five foot at the shoulder.
Personality:| Ari is basically a very viscous dragon that has a blood lust deep within her genes. She is fierce, aggressive, and very apathetic. Ari doesn't know any other emotion aside from the ones she already knows.
Other:| Nope

OoC;//

Ari is actually from Ariskye's profile. I just shortened the name since I didn't want to use a picture or attempt to write up another dragon appearance.

/lazy

Sure. But it might take a little while.

Morning.

A time of singing birds, a beautiful sunrise, and of... loud parents pounding on the door, yelling at their son to get out of bed.

The pounding of their closed fists on the wooden door to his room, reverberated around the small space and rosed him from his sleep. Blinking his dark green eyes groggily, he pushed himself to his elbows as he lifted his head off the pillow at the head of his bed. Raising one hand, he glanced towards the shivering, wooden door and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes before yelling rather loudly; "What!" And his tone had an undermeaning; 'Tell me something worth while, or let me sleep longer!'

The door stopped shuddering under the constant pounding and footsteps could be heard growing fainter and fainter before he couldn't here anything. With a sigh of relief, he lay back on his bed and let his white and black hair cover his face as it fanned out over the pillows.

Well, he couldn't get back to sleep now. Letting out a groan, he rolled himself off his bed to get ready for the day.

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Ari slumbered deep in her mountain cave. Her black scaled hide moving each time she took breath and smoke slowly rose from her nostrals. She snorted suddenly and raised her head; looking to the entrance to her den. They were coming. She could feel them. Rising to her feet, Ari lumbed out of her den with grace of flowing water. Stopping at the end of her perch, she spread her crimson feathered wings slightly as she let out a roar; announcing her presense to the world.

Crouching down, she raised her wings and jumped up into the air the same time her wings beat downward. Her serpentine bodyshot upward before she circled once and lazily flew over the valleys. Beating her wings occasinally to ride the higher thermals.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

Taylor ran her fingers through her slightly damp brown hair. The sunlight glinting off of her locks highlighted their natural golden streaks and copper flecks. She pushed onward through the trail she had been walking on, gray eyes alert as she scanned the area. A silver bow hung loosely off her back by a taut bowstring. The shaking of arrows from the quiver on her back was the only sound she heard besides that of her own footsteps, and even those were quiet.

She pattered along the trail, keen eyes alert for any shake of a bush or scuffle of leaves on the forest floor. A small chitter to her right and she reflexively reached behind her back to grip an arrow. She nocked the arrow into the bow which she had pulled from her back and scanned the forest in an attempt to locate the sound. Another chirp and she swiveled to her right, bow raised and ready. A young sparrow was hopping from branch to branch between the trees. A small target for her and a measly catch, but she wanted the challenge.

With both eyes trained expertly on the sparrow, she attempted to calculate where its next footfalls would lead it. Her toned muscles rolled on her arms as she drew the bowstring back. She let out a soft exhale and released her hold on the arrow. The sharp 'snap' of the bowstring was heard in her ears, but she kept her stance, following through with the release of the arrow. The projecticle struck the bird just as it was leaping to another branch.

With a satisfying thud, it landed on the ground below. With a smile clear on her face, she picked up the gruesome catch, pulled the arrow from its small body, and placed the bird into her pack. "A nice catch to begin a great day," she said, her mood lifting as she continued down the trail back toward her village. Today was the day she was to bond with her dragon and same with her close friend, Ayk.

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Shard opened one slitted silver eye and yawned, his maw opening to reveal long, pointed teeth. He snorted once, nostrils flaring and releasing a cloud of smoke. The dragon stood up on its rather small legs and slithered to the entrance of his cave. It was on the side of a cliff; extremely close to the water below, but provided a cool place for him to rest.

Though he was small for a dragon, his wingspan was still too much for the entrance of the cave. His paws gripped at the stone beneath the outcropping, the front part of his body half hanging out of the cave. He rolled his shoulder muscles and let his wings unfurl slighty. With one fluid movement and a bunch of his haunches, he flung himself out into the air.

His wings snapped open, their velvety skin catching the air like sails. He stoked his way upward, rapidly approaching the top of the cliff edge. When he cleared the edge, he spotted a few more dragons roaming below him on the ground, most all of them larger in size. The small dragon snorted again before dipping his head back and folding his wings again.

He did a backwards dive back the way he had come, dust billowing on the edge of the cliff when he shot past it. His silver eyes watched the approaching water and he twirled in the air, snapping his wings open again before he hit the water. With a satisfied roar, he clawed at the water, the blue liquid shooting into the air and creating a few shimmering rainbows as the sun hit it. He glided lazily along the water then and prepared himself to catch his morning meal.

Ooc; Ack. Gotta go for now. ;C But the charras were friends in the last rp so is this okay? ;w;

OoC;//

Fine with me.

And I'll edit this post when I think of something. Also, see ya later. :D

Once dressed, Aykinthrien ran his fingers through his bi-colouredhair ashe moved down the stairs to the kitchen where he smelled some tpe of meat sizziling in its own fat. Hunger sparked in his green-gold eyes as he sat down at the table to a steaming plate of it. With a quirky grin, he started to dig in. Only to be thwaked across the back of the head by a wooden spoon. Rubbing the spot where the wood had hit, he turned to see his mother glaring sternly at him. His only come back was a grin.

"Good morning, mother," he said, laying on the charm. His mother sighed, shook her head, and walked off. Leaving Aykinthrien to his meal. But he ate slowly, thinking about what was doing to happen this day.

He was going to be bonded to a dragon. Along with his best friend, Taylor. Although he wished they were more than friends at times. She was so pretty...

Finishing his meal, Ayk wet his fingers in a small bowl in the center of the table -- it was used for getting grease off a person's fingers -- before toweling off the digits. Standing up and pushing in the chair, Ayk moved off to fetch his sword from where he had placed it last.

Which was where...?

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[[ |P Ari can wait for now... ]]

After dropping off her sparrow at her own small little hut, Taylor wound her way through the maze that was her village. Along with the sparrow, she had dropped off her bow and quiver at the house. The girl rolled his shoulders to loosen her taut muscles as she held a slight skip in her step. Hunger gnawed slightly at her belly, but she knew if she ate, anxiety would overwhelm her.

A dragon. She was going to bond with her dragon today. The mere thought sent her speed-walking into a full-on sprint. She neared her friend's house and rapped the girl rapped impatiently on the door. "Ayk, hurry up. We have a long trek ahead of us," she called as she dropped her hand back to her side.

Ooc; Mkay and are you still going to use the Thanator and I, my wolf? xD

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Yep! :D

BiC://

Hearing an impatient rap at the front door, Ayk walked to it and open the door to reveal Taylor. Ah. He thought he heard her voice through the thick wood. Tilting his head, he said; "Alright. But I can't find my sword. You know, the black one?" He sounded slightly annoyed over the fact that he couldn't find his weapon of choice.

Taylor held her hand near her head, pulling it back from another attempt to knock on his door when he opened it. She peered into the room and nodded slightly about the comment on his sword. With flittingly sharp eyes, she traced her gray gaze around the room. Sighing, she spotted the slight bulge that was under the carpet near the corner of the room. "That it?" she asked as she moseyed her way over to the bulge.

Her slender fingers dipped under the carpet and she pulled Ayk's black sword, thankfully sheathed, from the carpet's clutches. "Now can we go?" she teased as she held the sword out to him, shaking it slightly with a  light smile on her face. "I'm following you," she said.