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Ooc:// This roleplay, as far as I see, has great potential, and would hate to see it die. Would you mind if I joined, just to keep it up? Perhaps I can help.

Not at all. Thanks, Paws!

Name: Arlough (pronounced AR-LO)

Gender: Male

Age: 97 (very, very young)

Clan: Kuganati (but later, Kaito)

Role: Skeptic young dragon who ends up turning to the good side

Physical Description: He's small and frail-looking, which is common due to his young age. His scales are bluish green, like an aqua-y color, and his underbelly is yellow with no scales, just tough skin. He has a long neck, and his wings, which are dark blue, are too big for his body. He has yellow spikes leading from his nose to the middle of his tail, and at the end of his tail, there's a club-looking thing.

Personality: Innocent and curious, but very grown-up for his age. He doesn't usually joke around, and he was never taught how to have fun, since he's Kuganati. He's smart and has a strong will to survive.

History: He doesn't like Hisho or his evil clan, so he decides to help Saanji later on. That's all I got.

Disabilities: Since his body hasn't grown into his oversized wings yet, he's not a very adept flyer. Also, he can only breathe fire if he's in the sun. So, in other words, he can't do it at night or in a dark place.

Fears: That Hisho will recognize him helping the spirit-walker and try to kill him

Spouse: Too young

Children: Too young

Crush: None

Extra: None

Thank you for joining, Paws. You're accepted.

---small bumperz---

Hunter, please try and post. I had forgotten about this until Paws revived it...heh heh. Now I want to start, but I made the last post....

OOC: I'm still stuck but I'll try my best.

Declan shook his head a bit and then his wings as well. After only seconds of prepartion, the gold-scaled dragon stepped out into the sunlight. His 'skin' glittered all over like a suit of armor on a night. He breathed our a puff of smoke before spreading out his mass of wings to take off. Arching his back and bringing his clawed arms to the ground, he pounced off the dirt and grass. It wasn't long before he joined the others in flight. "How are you guys holding up?" He checked.

He wasn't a very good flyer, due to his wings being too big for his body, but Arlough, the young, aqua-colored dragon tried his very hardest to achieve his goal and get 100 feet off the ground. His cumbersome, dark blue wings flapped irrationally as he was desperate to stay upright. "Stupid wings..." he growled to himself, but his high-pitched kid voice didn't even sound menacing to himself. The ground began to fall away as he finally got past his record of 90 feet. His dragon mouth stretched back into a smile, revealing tiny, needle-sharp fangs. He let out a howl of triumph. "I did it!" he roared in delight. "I finally got-!"

Suddenly, a sharp snowball of licking flames hurdled towards Arlough at breaking speed. He screeched in surprise as the sphere slashed through the sky, and the young dragon wrapped his giant wings around his body as a defensive reflex, and he began to lose altitude. Though his wings were strong and enormous, they were thin enough to slightly see through, and Arlough's large, sky blue eyes widened in fear as he witnessed the fireball just barely miss him, scorching the middle finger of his wing as it skimmed it. As his frail body thumped against the ground, he just recognized that the fireball was in a unique shape that only formed when from a dragon sneeze. "Why..." he grumbled, slowly peeling his wings away from their shield-like form around Arlough's body. In pain and frustration and just plain anger, he let out a blazing, cylindrical column of vapid fire into the sky.

*bump* Sprry guys, I have writers' block right now, but this needed to be revived. Someone please post??

Declan veered slightly to his right side as Saangi sneezed, and the flames from it nearly scorched his face and left wing. "Gah, that was close," he breathed, but suddenly out of the corner of his vision he saw a massive creature fall to earth. The golden colored dragon's scales were shimmering now, and he whispered louder than normal, "I'm going to go see what it was. You guys keep going."

With that, he soared down, in time to get caught in the grips of another dragon's fury flames. He screeched in discomfort, for some of the flames danced around his wings before they sunk in and burned. He fell hard on the ground and growled when he saw that both his wings had a burned edge. It'd be harder to fly as fast as he normally did, but it probably wouldn't do anything but slow him down.

He sighed, trying to let out his frustration at the other dragon. "Are you alright?" His voice wasn't necessarily the kindest, but it wasn't sinister either. "Who are you?"

Declan sighed quietly when he figured out Saangi had followed him. This would only delay their journey. Oh well. He shook himself slightly before awaiting an answer. Before long, Sora was down too. "I guess it's opposite day," he joked, but looked back at his burned wings and towards the other dragon. "Mind answering our questions?" He asked, getting a bit annoyed because the dragon seemed to be keeping quiet for the most part.

"We told you who we were, now it's your turn."

Arlough realized some other dragons had landed around him, every one of them much bigger than he, but his wings were much larger than theirs. When the golden dragon -Declan?- piped up, then Saangi, then the largest one, Sora, Arlough began to feel a bit overwhelmed, but he did his best to keep his cool. He steadied himself on his feet, rolled up his wings and announced, "I'm Arlough, and I already know who you are, Saangi the Great Spirit-Walker." It was true; his clan often spoke of her, but there was no hostility in his voice. "I know I'm young, but you're pretty famous around here."

(sorry for short post, but I'm in a rush.)

Declan looked back up to the skies for a minute as he thought of what he should say. He turned and gave the other dragon a questioning glance. "So maybe you already knew," he repeated, trying to think through the words. "What of it?" After a careful examination, he made sure to say the sentence in a way it wouldn't exactly sound how he felt: annoyed. "I mean..." he paused, sighing quietly. "What do you want? Why were you flying this way?"