[edit] Nevermind, have fun with your rp.

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(ooc: How's this work for an intro?)

"Blaze!" Sorel turned at hearing his guild name. The name caused him to sigh. He couldn't help but feel that there had been a distinct lack of creativity used in the creation of that name. He looked down at the young girl who was running toward him. She was young, a lower level guild rat most likely, and was already panting by the time she reached him. "The boss says you're behind on your dues," she said in a accusatory tone. Sorel groaned and rolled his eyes. The guild found you work, but it came at a price. He checked his pockets only to find a rather disappointing sum of coins. There was no healthy clink of coin in his pockets. The one good thing is that it wasn't too hard to find a target when one was in a city, even if it was only a small one. He waved off the little girl and she scampered off with a scowl on her face. Sorel scanned the crowd to see who might have something shiny on their persons.

ooc: A couple of questions; are the characters supposed to know their partners yet? And can the dragons talk, or do they use "thought-speak", like in Eragon?

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(( you could know your dragon partner already but then that means that Kakios and his minions will be after you. The dragons can talk but they can also communicate with their partners telepathically))

Cyril dropped a dozen tomes on the thick oak desk in the bowels of the city library. He'd secured a job there, handing out novels and parchment cards to anyone who asked and placing returned books in their rightful places. The elderly man who was his higher up generally took care of the former job, however, as the stacks of books were too heavy for his brittle bones. This man was kind; it showed in his eyes. Wisdom of ages and knowledge beyond measure made him a good ally to have. Cyril's job and the kindness of the old librarian allowed him to stay amongst the shelves long after the common group was shooed out. It was for this reason he was here so late in the afternoon, trying to decide which book he'd take with him back to his musty, two room apartment for further study. Each of the books laid out on the desk told of dragons and dragon lore, a good deal of them analyzing the legends of Photios. Ten years ago, Photios had appeared in a very strange and livid dream of Cyril's and left a strange mark on him. He'd been told to find something or another by the great dragon, but he couldn't remember for the life of him what it was. He decided on three books, shoved them into his bag, and headed home, pondering why he even cared about a dream he had ten years ago.

Corin woke up early and, not ready to get out of bed, snuggled up under his warm blankets some more. Today was an especially chilly day since it was getting closer to winter time in the Ice Country; the days were getting shorter and the nights longer. To the other countries it seemed it was always winter since the land was constantly covered in snow but there were still seasons even though only it's residents could tell the difference. Corin sighed in annoyance, pushed his covers off himself and sat up in bed. He quickly got up and started to look around for his shirt to cover his bare chest. Right over his heart, a black mark that looked like a snowflake stood out clearly against his pale skin. Shirt found, he put it on, covering the mark and quickly finished getting dressed. He strapped his belt to his waist where his twin daggers were sheathed and headed towards the door. He has been running low on food for the past few days and decided it was time to go hunting. He opened the door, pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose and walked out into the snow.

(need some sort of interaction going on even if it's just brief)

Sorel seemed to be missing all the good targets as he picked his way through the crowd. His eyes searched hungrily for anyone of the upper class, but to no avail. Aristocrats did not wander the streets at this early hour. This was a problem if the head of the guild was bothering to send out reminders to him. It likely meant he wanted his dues today. With his mind so preoccupied he hardly saw the young man with the books coming. He rammed right into his shoulder and stumbled a pace or two. Automatically he turned to apologize, and he looked over this stranger as he did so. "Drat," he could not help but think, "this person does not sport any sort of wealth about them." In fact his clothes seemd incredibly plain, although practical. "My apologies," he said fighting off the frustration that was creeping into his tone. It wasn't that he cared about how he'd just inconvenienced this person, so much as he prefered to avoid giving people reasons to cause him trouble. He'd done enough of that in his childhood to know it wasn't something beneficial to do just because. Ironic considering he considered theft just fine as means to an end.

Crunch!

What was that?

Deep cobalt eyes snapped open from slumber as sensitive hearing alerted their owner to the noise. The great white head lifted itself up, swinging around slightly to examine its surroundings. A vast plain of snow greeted the immediately awake dragon from his vantage point underneath a rocky outcropping. Stars twinkled in the darkening twilight sky as the moon hovered over the horizon. Swiveling his head downward, Aquilo saw with some relief his friend and partner, Aze, was still there, sleeping against his soft underbelly as his curled up form provided plenty of warmth even in this frozen tundra.

They were currently on the edge of the Air Country, their homeland, and moving steadily north toward the Ice Country, hence the wintry landscape. Aquilo figured that would be the best way to go, since he blended in quite well with the snow and ice. About a decade ago, they had each been visited by the great Photios in a dream, and had each been marked by him (a black symbol in the form of a gust of wind placed upon the right hand, or claw in the dragon's case), left with only the parting message that they had to find...something, though they hadn't known each other back then. Ten years later, Aquilo had all but forgotten about the dream, especially in lieu of the tragic events that had occurred shortly after the event. The memory had only resurfaced after a chance encounter with a human girl who just so happened to have a mark like his own. After comparing stories and finding them too similar for coincidence, they had decided to find out just what was going on.

However, the duo had received a brutal wake-up call as to what they were dealing with when they were attacked the very next day by a couple of strange dragons. Aze's elemental powers were revealed then, and together they managed to take out the attackers. Rather shaken by the violent turn their lives had taken, they had immediately decided to flee together, and try to find out just why they were being targeted, where Aze's powers had come from, and if there was anyone else involved in this matter. Now they slept by day and traveled by night (a bit of reverse psychology; after all, who would expect a white dragon who was trying to hide to fly in the dark?), searching for answers.

Scanning the ever darkening horizon for danger once more, Aquilo nudged the sleeping girl's form gently. "Oi, Aze, wake up. We need to leave now."

"hmmm..." Aze mumbled as she rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly. "Already?" She said then yawned un expected. So far after getting lost her life hasn't really gone as planned. She had met Aquilo and from then they had been on the run. Her sleeping cycle was messed up. Now she slept during the day and moved during the night.

She stood slowly let a slight dizziness subside then looked around. Her left hand stayed on Aquilo as she reached for her wooden pole. Why do they keep chasing us? She thought to him. It hadn't occurred to her that they might just want to kill them because of her new found power for air. It frustrated her that she never had them before and now she had no idea why she had them. She looked at the mark on her right hand. It went around her thumb pad and up to the middle of her hand.

Crunch

"Lets go." She said a little worried now.

ooc: Can I join as the fire dragon?

Dragon Name: Scarlet

Age: 10 in human years

Gender: Female

Looks: She has dark red scales and orange spikey ridges that run from the top of her head and down her back to the tip of her tail. She has golden colored eyes and her scales fade to black down her legs, the tip of her tail, and the end of her snout. Her body is very muscular but also very agile. She is about 15 feet long and her wingspan is about 18 feet.

Personality: She is very caring towards her family and friends but get on her bad side and it would be wise to stay away from her for a while.

History/Bio: She was raised in a very close family of dragons. But when her family was attacked by a neighboring group of fire dragons over territory two years ago she was separated from them. She was depressed from losing her family but was equally determined to survive and find them again. So even though she was too young, she was forced to learn to hunt and take care of herself the hard way. She has grown a lot over the past two years both mentally and physically, and even though she hasn't found any sign of her family, she has never stopped looking.

Extra Info: When Photios marked her with the fire symbol she was barely a hatchling so she doesn't remember him at all. Though, she did always find it strange that she had the mark on her but the rest of her family didn't.

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Corin quickly hid himself behind a tree before he could be spotted by his prey. The deer looked up in his direction for a few seconds before he continued to munch on the bark of a tree. Corin slowly slid one of his daggers out of its sheath and, quickly before the deer could react, threw it straight into its heart and killed it instantly. He walked over to the now deceased deer, pulled out his dagger and cleaned it on the snow before putting it back to its rightful place at his hip. He looked down at the deer, feeling a tinge of remorse as he did. He never did like hunting but it became necessary when his parents died from an illness years ago. He was about to prepare the deer to take back to his home when he heard a loud rumbling growl coming from behind him. He turned around slowly and saw a huge brown bear ten feet away.

Very slowly, he reached down and pulled out his daggers, prepared to defend himself if the bear decided to attack. Apparently, it didn't like his movements because it reared back and let out a loud roar before charging straight at him.

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Osmund flew gracefully over the trees, his whitish-blue body blending in almost perfectly with the snow beneath him. For ten years he has been on a quest to find his human partner that Photios had told him to find. Well, there wasn't a lot of creatures living in the Ice Country, especially humans, who were spread out across the continent in tiny groups. Even with flight allowing him to travel great distances, he still had no luck finding his elusive human. Suddenly, he heard a bear roaring a loud challenge to something somewhere closeby in the trees beneath him. Wanting to see what the fuss was about, he flew over to where he heard it and spotted it charging at a white haired human boy who was holding two daggers.

A sudden jolt ran through him at the sight of the boy and when the snowflake symbol on his chest began to glow he knew that his ten year search was finally over. Diving down, he landed in front of the bear, stopping it in his tracks. He bared his sharp pointy teeth and growled low and deep in his throat. The bear got the message and turned and ran as quickly as it could from the huge dragon. Turning, Osmund finally got a good look at the huam he has been searching for for far too long.

Scarlet stretched her wings wide and yawned loudly as she got up from where she had spent the night. The sun had barely risen over the horizon and she wanted to get an early start on her day. She walked over to a nearby river and gulped down the cool water. She then turned around and admired the view of the city she has been living near for the past few weeks.

Since her family went missing two years ago she has been constantly traveling and just a few weeks ago she came upon this city. She was taught from a young age that dragons were treated by the humans with respect because of some old legend her mother taught her that was thousands of years old. Regardless of this, she tried to avoid them as much as possible.

She ventured into the city and headed towards the nice old couple's house she had met from one of her early ventures into the city, who often fed her and gave her the company she desperately needed these past two years.

There wasn't a lot of people wandering around at this time in the morning. She saw two people walking towards each other and watched from the shadows as they bumped into one another; the distracted red head quickly apologizng to the book carrying boy.

Sorel decide to quickly trot off before the stranger could say anything more. The less involvement the better. He wanted to make himself scarce after drawing attention to himslf like that so he headed for one of the darker side streets. Much to his surprise he found himself face to face with a dragon. It wasn't so strange to see a dragon, it just wasn't the first thing he thought he's see. His hand automatically dropped to his hilt as he took in the large red mass. Something about this dragon seemed odd and he couldn't quite place it. "have we met?" he found himself asking. It was an absurd question considering how few dragons he had actually met.

Scarlet tried to hide as she saw the red headed human come towards her but there was nowhere she could go or fit into. She lowered her head in defense when the human finally spotted her and reached his hand towards his dangerous looking sabre at his hip.

She didn't reply to his question right away, silently agreeing with him. Something about him drew her to him as if she had known him her whole life.

She slowly shook her head "No I don't think so..." she said, unconsciously raising her head back up to eye level.

He slowly let his hand drop from the hilt of his blade as he tried to place the sensation. Then with wide eyed comprehension he saw the mark on her. "Where did you get that?" He asked although he was already fairly certain he knew. He brushed aside his cloak to reveal the matching flame symbol on his shoulder. He then quickly shrugged it back over. The cloak may have been warm, but his sleeveless top was not. Being this close to ice country, it didn't take that long for a chill to settle on expozed skin. Now that he knew who this dragon was his emotions had shifted although they were still mixed.

She looked down, confused, as he pointed at the flame shaped black mark on her shoulder. She looked back up at him but instaed of answering her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him reveal the exact same mark on his own shoulder.

"I've had this mark since I was a very young hatchling. How can you have it? Not even my own family had it!"

Sorel wasn't sure how to view this situation. "You know about that age old legend about Photios and the elements right?" he asked although it was hypothetical. Everyone was raised off of that story. "Well, turns out he's decided to bless pairs of humans and dragons with each of the elements. Don't ask me for too many of the details. This stuff all came to me in a dream years ago and it's kind of hazy now." He paused and shook his head, still exasperated by the suddeness of this encounter. "In a way I suppose this was fated," He said it with an ironic smile and his voice hardly contained glee.

Scarlet was in disbelief over all of this but the human's words did seem to have a hint of truth. Now that she thought about it, the mark on her shoulder did look similar to the symbol associated with Photios.

But still, fate? She didn't have time for things like that! She had a family to find. She looked the human in his green eyes "So what does this mean for us then?" she said, unable to hide the slight annoyance in her voice

Sorel didn't miss her annoyance and his easily matched it. "I'm preety sure it means we're supposed to stick together. This is a bit problematic seeing as I work for a guild and they're expecting some money out of me yet. I also reckon that it menas once people find out, we'll be dealing with a fair amount of trouble," frustration he had fought to contain was now winning out over control. He was thoroughly irritated by this. An almighty being like Photios should learn to pick subordinates who have the time for this. He didn't have much of an interest in partnering with some dragon to maintain peace or some garbage like that. He'd manage to find himself work, which despite the occaissional incidents with guards and bounty hunters, wasn't too much trouble so long as you were good. This whole thing was becoming inconvenient with the increasing realization of what this meant. Still, despite all his displeasure with it all he felt strangely compelled by it.