Crimson lights the sky, the bird still asleep
Like a dream it shines, from heaven's safe keep
Childrens songs we sung, as soft as the breeze
Endless fields, our home, I long for those days

Silent black, the dawn, and time tells its tale
Darkened blood, it flows, the forest receives
Look within the dark as deep as you dare
There inside you find destruction you seek

I call out these prayers to the sky, heavy with thought
I carry these memories inside, thoughts of a soul colored by love
See me grow wings and fly high, passions will die down below

I burn in a basin of fire
Watchers look on as they dance in their merciless sky
Watching me, watching you

Preserved by forgotten magic, as well as the ominous folklore that followed voluble merchants, the woodlands rise. Far from the reaches of neighboring settlements, the darkened forest sweeps across the land, sparing various crests. Skeletal trees of The Spine -invalid_word- a snide crown of thorns that curls at the pale moon, sanguinely resting atop of a blood red sky.

On top of a barren peak a draconian shadow unfolds from the turf. It slowly awakens, extending its neck and unfurling great purple and intricate wings in solace to the night sky. A gust picks up and sails across the canopy along the carpeted valley basin, gradually building as it reaches the specter. Despite the convolution of its armored plates, the wind gently teases at its white hair, rhythmically blowing like a sheet cast out to dry on a midsummer's night. With a new scent of the wind, her eyes gleam with icy venom. Extending her wings, she catches the current and glides to lower ground. Purple light can be seen owing to the thin webbing. Edging along the hillside the dragon appears rather doleful; synonymous with the moon.

My Rider, Kaiya, is too open with those we meet. However, you don't seem to be much of a threat. Our story is but another chapter in what is the very history of these lands. It would be a shame for it to go untold. I'd be glad to share it with you, so long as your lips are less active than your ears -or in this case, your eyes. I've a low tolerance with those who run their mouths off.
Let's begin

From what I have been told, I was one of the first dragons of this era. We have always existed throughout time, but we die with the Earth as dragons are tied to both Earth and Sky.
We stood in full glory before the reign of Man. Both dwarf and dragon clan tolerated each other to a certain point of respect until Elves sailed to our land of Alagaesia in silver ships. Seeing no obvious way of communication, we were thought as 'dumb beasts' and hunted as mere game. We grew in hatred towards this new race of people and responded in manslaughter. The butchery of such a noble and ancient race as the dragons is considered as a mortal sin even among our kind. From this single idea came more bloodshed and sorrow for both sides for five long and horrific years.

A Dragon Rider, with the aid of a dragon, can communicate telepathically as I have tapped into your own mind now. There are few who are not Riders who also have this gift. It is considered rude to communicate with another Rider's dragon, mind you. Kaiya and I are known to have long forgotten that approach.

With the aid of their dragon, a Rider can become powerful in means of magic and combat. This magic is based on the Ancient Language. When these words are spoken properly and by the right person, the user of magic can gain control of a certain object or element. The magic is channeled through the gedwey ignasia, a marking on the Rider's palm where he or she first touched their dragon. This magic can be harmful if not used properly. If a Rider casts a spell that is beyond his control, he can become weak and drained of his energy to a point of death. Knowing this, A Rider be aware of his boundaries. The link between a Dragon and his Rider is eternally sealed. While she lives; I live.

This would be Kaiya, my Rider and dearest companion. Kai's interests are anything of the abnormal, as she's proven herself to be a bit on the stranger side. She took me in, gave me fresh meat, and raised me after my hatching day until my wings grew strong enough to carry myself. She's sort of grown on me, and I can't say that I haven't become overprotective. With Kaiya, I've chosen my purpose: to defend all that is right, to eliminate all who oppose as a threat, and to fulfill my role as a guardian as to keep her out of danger. And I could not be happier to do this along side of my dear friend, hotdragon1313. For almost nothing is without a guardian, and I live to see out that I do not neglect my role.

Love. One of many oddities heavily misunderstood as Kaiya explained it too me. Though it was quite interesting to hear it from a human's side of view....laws and silly rituals... It is a difficult matter to explain in your tongue. English is so limited. Dragons are not just animals who go around and love by instinct, though keeping the race up is essential. And I suggest you do not keep that on your tongue around any other Dragons. No...I have feelings of my own. But I feel that being raised by a human girl has kept me from my own emotional needs.

Wind Changer leads a very complicated life. Oblivious of his past, we mistakenly led ourselves into a large tract of land that was -invalid_word-erly held by his tyrannical father, the Chaoragon. He's quite the charmer, not being able to control the color of his skin tone with his emotions. He understands me like no other, well for the exception of my Rider. Though we are both almost opposite in dark and light auras, we are very alike in countless ways, creating a different unity than Rider and Dragon...I suggest that you do not pester me further about such things if you are fond of your limbs.

Falkenor's egg was recovered within the ruins of Wind Changer's homeland, kept intact for almost a century. I took him under my wing and raised him as my own from his hatching day, though he is undoubtedly different from any dragon I've ever seen. Even at an early age he had shown strong signs of intelligence, and I was proud as any mother. But as time went on, Fal weakened. His bones became frail and his eyes were clouded. These sudden changes frightened me, but he assured me that he would make it through on his own. A closer examination lead Wind Changer and I to discover what was behind this sickness, and strangely enough we found the answers. Fal had become a channel for the dead. The spirits had claimed my son for their own...as his body was slowly desinegrating, his soul was strengthening.

Kelo - From what I understand, Kelo is a widely respected figure among his kind. He is the lead stallion of a large herd, reguardless of his present -invalid_word-, west from here. Rather than using hooves and teeth, he is reguarded for holding them together through a kindly demenor and wise words. I find myself confiding in him for answers and advice, although we rarely cross paths anymore. The death of his mate has caused him to become a hostile spirit, searching the lands for where all good souls come to rest.

Grislok - My repulsive cousin. I am ashamed to be associated with one of his type. Grislok is a snide, dishonest character with a love for riddles, tricks, and all sorts of foul little things dark and decieving. He appears to be a decent fellow, despite his recent run-in with a spell gone wrong. I don't know anyone who would trust a talking plush eitherway. At least he's more sane than Xi

Eryn - Tormented by her past, she stands alone, refusing social contact with the rest of the happy world. She thinks herself a fallen angel, but I can't help to suspect that it's all for attention. She was recently reunited with her long lost lover. Go figure.

Kane Ronin - I can't say much about Kane. He's a distant lupe, and a dead clever one at that. I've been told that he's been on the run from his -invalid_word-er pack for some time now. My best guess is that he interfered with tribal law for the sake of his premate. Her life was taken in the process, he was exiled, and no one has heard of him since.

Xi - What you would call a lab rat while Bori were still new to Neopia. He became sort of a 'failed experiment' once he started suffering crainial damage from his synthetic environment and broke out of the laboratory when the scientist could no longer care - or stand for - his idiocy. Today he wanders the street with his mind clouded...music pounding from his skull.

Tunztunc - I particularly enjoy Tunztunc's company. Perhaps it's because we're both nearly the same kin. She always has something to say and isn't afraid to be herself, though sometimes I'd think it would be better if she kept her comments to herself. With Tunztanc always comes a story...she's a fantastic liar. Tunz is highly ambitous, if not, competitive. This goes especially with her twin sister, Tadewinok, who is nothing like her. They are complete opposites in every way except for their talents in an art called 'wind weaving'.

Vaupou Eko - Then there is Eko, the last but certainly not the least. None of us can understand his dialect, but through my own prying I learned that he wasn't always a faerie, but an age-old forest spirit of Mystery Island...a self-proclaimed god. What saved the island from this vengeful beast was a shaman who distracted him with an offering, and then turned him into a small, insignificant bug. Although his body is small, Eko's ego continues to grow.

Opus, my...loyal little friend. To tell you the truth, I can't get him away. He was once Kelo's Ganuthor, but wandered over to me at some point. He's got a knack for doing so and switches between owners as he feels. And unlike most Ganuthor, Opus can't be still for one minute. I suppose it's all the fault of his creator.
On Opus's rump there is a small engraving that reads "Y7", the year that the building that he once guarded was built. Obviously, the year 7 had not come yet.

With the newly established rules, you would suppose that we would all be banished by now. However, you can't keep a group of draiks down for long.

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Love of the Moon
by Yugi Girl

In the starry sky,
The moon is high,
But when day arrives,
The moon leaves.

But my moon has never left me,
So bright in my eyes,
I see,
All the love I give, flows out into your sea.

We are night and day,
My dear,
With a little star by our sides.

Everyday,
If you leave my side,
It pains me to let you go away,
Even for just a walk outside.

I can give you all the jewels and gems in the world,
But nothing is more valuable then your love,
Dear Moon on high.

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