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If you want I could be him. I'd like this to start.

Thank you, Godzilla. That's a really kind offer, but you don't have to unless you want to. Considering how this is more advanced than some roleplays, and you have two characters, I don't care if you say nevermind. I don't think I would be able to handle three, and if you feel the same way, I understand completely.

Don't worry, it's fine, I actually prefer many characters. Bio:

Name: Hisho

Gender: Male

Age: 900

Clan: Kuganati (leader)

Role: Leader, villain.

Physical Description: He’s a massive black western dragon with a red belly and curved horns. His flesh is covered in scars and burns and his wings are torn and tattered, but still able to support flight. His tail ends in a spiked club and his wings have spikes on them. He’s massive, 30 feet and weighing over a ton (the plot did call him immense).

Personality: Hisho was once a rather noble type, but years of battle have worn at his psyche and finally, he snapped. He’s now a power hungry, insane berserker who doesn’t care for anyone but himself. He listens to Raijo, not out of wanting a friend or comrade, but out of a lust for power, and will continue to obey Raijo no matter what, so long as he still promises him power. This makes him rather loyal, because his motivations are completely selfish. However, it seems there still are pieces of the old Hisho still in there, sometimes the more compassionate and honorable aspects will rise to the surface. Also, due to Saangi’s resemblance to her mother, he has taken an interest in her.

History: Hisho was once a hero in his own tribe, and cared for them deeply, as well as showing honor to his enemies. But as the war went on, he rose to the rank of leader, the stress of that combined with the horrors of war tore down his mind, changing him. Finally, after a particularly crushing loss, something in his mind just snapped. He became a power hungry monster with no honor or compassion, only a love of power. Raijo was quick to descend on him and promise him power over all dragons, something that attracted his fancy.

Disabilities: He’s insane, which can cloud his judgment. Also, parts of his old personality will occasionally surface and can spell trouble for his plans.

Fears: He fears only losing his power but due to this he fears the spirit-walker, due to a notion deeply embedded in his mind that he will one day die because of one.

Spouse: Several, most dead.

Children: He’s had several children, but his insanity and lust for power resulted in him ether sending them into battle to be killed or arranging their deaths.

Crush: none present. He once had a crush on Saangi’s mother years ago.

Extra: In addition to normal flames, he can breath a special black fire and the burns it leaves continue to feel like the fire is still there and last for weeks. Thus, he normally reserves his black fire for torture.

I know he's not as clear of a villain as some, but I love complex villains. And you said he was immense, so I made him gigantic, that and it makes him a more obvious threat.

You're accepted. Thank you, Godzillawolf.

Alright, I suppose we can start now.
(No, text colors are not required, but they are encouraged)

Saangi's amber eyes shone in the sun, appearing to flicker, almost like a flame. She blinked as one of the clouds shifted position, removing it's weak protection it gave against the glarig sun. Shading herself slightly with her wings, almost transparent under the light, she returned to her work. Her gaze sought the bright red and orange of autumn oak leaves, they had proven to be wonderful at curing and preventing infecton, and were greatly sought after. She served as a healer for this reason; it was great cover up for her secret, which was being a spirit-walker. Besides, she got to spend more time with Sora this way.

She could commune with spirits and other wisps of life, a rare talent not many have, and some of the darker souls fear. Knowing the Kuganati would kill her if this leaked out, she had kept it a secret for a large portion of her life, even within her own tribe, the Kaito. It would surely cause discontentment among them if they knew, mainly because of the danger it placed them in. A small bird twittered a small song, the sound pulling her away from her thoughts. She shook her silver head swiftly to clear it, and gratefully gathered up a bundle of the sweet-smelling pine needles in one talon, the smal load fitting snugly inside.

Saangi spread her wings, not pausing to test the wind. She pushed upwards with both her body and her wing muscles, and her light body was lifted of the ground, the bronze-tinted scales glinting underneath the sun. She held on tightly to the healing plants, the corners of her mouth turning upward in a small sign of happiness as she saw a wsip of smoke; home. She angled her body downwards, becoming no more than a blue...she was a speedy flier when she wanted to be, though she wasn't anywhere near being the fastest. She landed lightly just inside the boundary, near the den, where she would hopefully see her godmother, the afore mentioned Sora.


Raijo felt a small smirk form on his face, shrouded in shadows and tendrils of black mist. Not irritated enough to push them away, he allowed them to drift across his line of vision, instead closing his steely eyes. His smirk widened into a more menacing grin, almost a snarl, really. Hisho was still obedient, and their connection was strong. They shared many of the same lusts; a lust for power, and for what once was. This would make possessing him all the easier.

The wraith's eyes opened, and he inhaled sharply, clearing his mind of his treacherous thoughts. He mentally strengthened their bond, allowing a small "door" to open, ensuring contact. Giving Hisho's mind a rather rude push to get his full attention, he spoke; Find the spirit-walker, and obliterate her. Only she can make you fail, O Great One. He winced as he thought the compliment, but flattery appeared to be necessary and effective. Hisho would hopefully think of Raijo as his servent, instead of reality, which was the other way around.

Raijo's smile returned, another menacing grin that would send chills down a sane dragon's spine. Closing his eyes once more, he reveled in his dark, gruesome thoughts, and his schemes to make them finally become reality.

Sora was in the back of her large den, her white stripe catching the most light, though torches flickered throughout the room, providing light. Her den was huge for two important reasons, one, she herself was massive, almost twice the size of a normal adult dragon, which afforded her certain wiggleroom in the group, due to not many dragons wanting to push their luck with such a large female. The second reason was her statis as the chief healer, while higher ranking dragons always got bigger dens, the healer needed a very large one to hold wounded dragons in need of healing, as well as allow her trainies to come learn.

A young blue skinned wounded male laid before her, a bad burn on his back, clearly a painful one but only from play, he was too young to fight for real, it'd been a mishap. Sora grabbed some herbs and quickly consumed them. She waited a few moments before finally breathing a blast of multicolored flames onto the wound. However, instead of burning him further, the flames quickly healed the damaged skin, restoring it to normal and releaving his pain. "There, all done, you look much better." she said, smiling. She pet his head and sent him on his way, happy to help fellow dragons in need.

The large healer turned to see her Godchild enter. "Oh, hello Saangi! How are you, little one?" she asked, smiling brightly. "I see you brought the herbs we needed, good." she explained. "Now, come over and rest, you've earned it."

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Hisho looked up, snarling. "That's not possible, we killed the Kaito's only spirit walker." he said. "How could one slip through our clutches? We were so careful?" he snarled. "Did we make a mistake? If they had another one, we'd have known by now, wouldn't we?" he asked. "No matter, if there is another one, she must be destroyed, that's all there is to it, we cannot allow one of them to exist! It'll be the end of me!" he bellowed, the other Dragons that didn't know of Raijo merely percieved Hisho as insane, which he was, but due to his size, it was clear why his rule went unchallenged. "Do you know where to find her? We must act at once."

Ooc:// After this, we'll wait for Black Rose.

Saangi was glad of the interruption; maybe Sora wouldn't notice her yawn as much now. "Hey, Declan!" she greeted warmly. "You-" her sentence was cut short as she experienced a familiar sensation. Everything around her became blurry, and she dimly felt her muscles freezing, locking her in place. Her vision gradually became black, and she shivered. A dark wraith was searching for her; she could feel it.Dark thoughts crossed her mind, a result of him touching it.

She could tell he wanted her...to kill. She shivered again, fear coursing through her. A lighter mind touched her thoughts, murmuring comfort, followed by a warning. You have to run, young one. This was sure to be Kalyhan, a young dryad spirit who often guided her in times of crisis. Run. Kalyhan's thoughts were growing dimmer, and Saangi could feel herself returning to her world. First sound came back, though it would be a moment before she could move.

Raijo hissed in a cruel delight. He was lucky to be able to penetrate the spirit-walker's defenses; it had taken weeks of effort. He gave himself a moment to get his thoughts in order before communicating with Hisho. I have found her. The message was brief, but to the point, and the large dragon would be sure to reply quickly. This type of information could not be ignored.

Raijo's eyes flashed, and her shut them tightly, reveling in his gruesome thoughts. The black mist around him grew until it shrouded his frame, seeming to crackle with static electricity. This was his own, dak aura, that was entertwined with his moods and thoughts. He allowed himself this moment of anticipation a little longer, before letting his aura disperse. He had business to attend to.

"Take Sora with you." said another voice in Saangi's head, the voice of one of Sora's dead sons. "If they come looking for you, they might kill those in the den or torture them."

Sora looked at the new arrival. "Hello there, how are you?" she asked, then looked to her Godchild. "Saangi? Are you alright?" she asked, she could tell something was wrong. Sora had been a mother many times over, so now such things came naturally to her. She could tell when a child was sad or needed comfort, she could see something wasn't right.

Hisho smiled. "Good work." he growled. "We'll round up a party and go after her. We'll kill her before she can ever be a threat." stated the power hungry dragon. "That dragon has a death warrent on her head now, nothing will stop me!"

Diera rushed into the cave after Declan when she saw him disappear inside. She heard at Saangi said with wide eyes. Saangi had never told Diera that she was a spirt-walking, but Diera had been with her friend long enough, and knew her well enough, to at least of an inkling of what was going on with her.

"Well, if you're going somewhere, you know I'm coming with you," Diera said, stepping further into the cave to stand beside Saangi and Declan. The surprise of Saangi's revelation had barely phased Diera, but she could tell that the same could not be said for Declan and Sora.

(I'll bring back Beorn later in the story...)