Deeper ....

You touch the sword strapped to your waist absently, your fingers drumming out the Gundam Wing theme song, and you hum along softly. O how I miss home, you think sadly. You are knocked out of your deep thoughts by the passionate chittering of a small wyvren who's soft, down covered wings bat playfully at your cheek. Her eyes shine with a luminescence reminiscent of flames.
She smirks draconically, shocking you with a curse you didn't expect to hear from such a sweet looking creature. She giggles, a high, soft sound, like bells chiming in the distance, at your apparent shock. She hovers in midair, her wings making a soft humming sound as they beat super fast to keep her in the air. " You are a funny creature, you are! You amuse me, so...I won't harm you.." At this, you glance quickly at her, and can't help grinning, for she hardly looks capable of harming you. " What are you grinning at?! Hmph...." She flicks her tail, buzzing around your head, muttering more curses. " Well, strange one, I may as well tell you about myself," She says, her tone haughty as she lands on a rock, wrapping her tail around herself and the tip of the rock. Her eyes flash at your slight smile, and tosses her head. " My name is Nanka, or Pumpkin, in Japanese. I am blessed with the element of fire, as you may have noticed. I have a bit of a temper...a fiery temper, some might say, " She says, smirking at her pun. In your opinion, she probably has more than 'a bit' of a temper, but you keep that to yourself as she starts to speak again. " I am a captive bred, from an initiated clutch, not just from a wild egg," She says, her tone and expression condescending, her opinion of regular wild hatched wyvrens quite clear. " As you can see, I have beautiful and stunning colors, " She says vainly, ruffling her wings and preening slightly. You stifle your laugh with a cough, and she arches a condescending brow at you. " I am also blessed with the gift of being very vocal and well spoken. I am one of the revered among my species for being fluent in both english and briottic, the native tongue of this realm, and being a good conversationalist. " At this, she uncurls herself again, and takes off, stretching her wings. You suspect she must be quite active and cannot sit long without movement. You see a small carved out den in a tree trunk, which emenates a glowing light and heat. She heads for that general direction, lighting on the perch near the entrance. You notice a small shape inside, and peer closely into the hole. You give an exclamation of surprise when you find it's a small beanie, but roll your eyes when you see it's in Nanka's likeness.
Nanka sees your roaming gaze, and shuffles on her perch, fanning her wings angrily. She takes flight, zooming around your head and chittering softly. She flits back to the small den, with a sidelong angry glance at you, she squeezes through the entrance and makes herself comfortable inside. You wait for awhile, listening to her soft whistling. You assume she must have fallen asleep, so you are about to move on, when another wyvren, a beautiful purple with silver wings, glides in, drifting slightly on the cool breeze.
He looks at you from the corner of his eye, and flies on indifferently. He lands on the perch to Nanka's small den, ruffling his wings and looking inside for a moment. He stretches his wings, and flits up, landing on a higher branch of the tree. Nanka emerges from her den a moment later, and lands on the previously vacated perch. She looks up and the two wyvrens exchange tender smiles. He flies down to land next to her, half covering her with his wings protectively, and you wonder if the two aren't mates, for they seem to care for each other a great deal. He eyes you through silvery lavender eyes, and Nanka shifts nervously. He releases her and flies straight up to you, and you gather he's rather a loner who keeps to himself. He hovers, using powerful backwings to keep him in midair. " Hume," He says, tilting his head. " I am Shien, or Purple Smoke in Japanese. I am, as you most likely already know, a wyvren, a male. I suppose I have nice colors.....and faint patterns on my wings, " He says, ducking his head. Nanka smiles serenely, an incredibly out of character act, for her. He sighs and flies back, landing high in the branches. He stays there for some time, silently watching the sky. You become totally transfixed on his form in the tree, and don't realize until it has become totally dark and his form is bathed in the light of the full moon, just how long you have been there. You look around, your neck stiff and your eyes not used to the light. As you are about to leave, you notice three new shapes. Approaching slowly, your eyes come into focus, and you see it is three more little Wyverns!
The closest, a small golden male with dragonfly wings hops from the branch, buzzing up towards you, giving you a complete inspection. " I am Mikoto...it means Prince in japanese. I am a rare Wyvern, because of the dragonfly wing mutation. There are only 5 of us in existence, two of which live here. The other is my mate, " He says proudly, puffing out his chest. The seemingly largest of the shapes, a silvery female with a mixture of both regular wyvern and dragonfly wings glides silently over, eyeing you.
In a soft, flowing voice she speaks. " I am Tsukiyo, which means Moonlit Night in Japanese. I am a highly unique Wyvern, with a combination of both regular Wyvern wings and Dragonfly wings. I suppose Mikoto told you we were mates? He is very proud of that." She says, smiling ever so slightly. Mikoto clears his throat hastily, ruffling his wings. The final Wyvern, a brightly colored male glides forward confidently, and you get the feeling he's a leader-type.
" I am Hizashi, which means Sunlight in Japanese. I sadly, am not as unique as these two. I do however have lovely bright colors and some white, which is rare. I am also an excellent leader, " He says, grinning broadly. The pair roll their eyes, and the large golden male laughs hearitly. " Ahhh...I am waiting on our Keeper's prescense...you see, of her five wyverns, I am the only one without a mate, and as I apparently have good genes, she wants me to pass that on....whether or not I wish to remain a bachelor or not..." He sighs, shaking his head from side to side, but smiling slightly. The three Wyverns flit off, chittering amongst themselves. You crack your neck, grab your bag, and start off along the trail....

Name ID Gender Type Element Price Bought At
Nanka [Pumpkin] D27F Female C.B [Captive Bred, Clutch] Fire 210 c.
Shien [Purple Smoke] D50M Male C.B [Captive Bred] None 100 c.
Mikoto [Prince] D60M Male Wild None 130 c.
Tsukiyo [Moonlit Night] D64F Female Wild None 480 c.
Hizashi [Sunlight] D69M Male C.B [Captive Bred] None 100 c.


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