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The sun was mid-sky, hot and humid. A creature trugged off in the distance its blinding white scales catching the sunlights rays. The beast was chased from his home of ice and glaciers, and forced by cruel poachers to move into the dry hot landscape. His deep blue mane, matted and turning gray. His lifeless eyes scrolling the ground as he walked. The water like movement of his spine had become rigid and sore with each rotation of his hips and shoulders. He dropped head first into the dirt as his 58ft long body twisted and curled as he slowly went unconious into a heap of dust. A pearl the size of a soccer ball was clamped tight in his jaws. Not only were the poachers after the pearl, but to have the skin of this imperial spirit dragon, could purchase off hald of the worlds land with more than fifty billion dollars to spare. This particular dragon was Martivir, the last Ice spirit Chinese Lung.

Siera soared above the clouds, the thin air was hard to fly through. But cool compared to the heat of the land below. She dipped through the clouds folding her wings as she hurtled towards the ever nearing ground. She opened them just in time to avoid a bloody death. The feat which might be near impossible for the slower unagile dragons was as simple as breathing. But even the calming motion of flight was no match to the startle that nearly drove her from the skies.

A dragon with glittering white scales and a blue mane laid motionless in the dirt, but this is not what startled her.
A lung, out here? And an Imperial ice spirit none the less. But they never come this far south

For the past few weeks Siera had been searching the world for another dragon that had not been killed for it's hide or hoard, or gone into hiding, but she never imagined to find a Lung.

She dove towards the Lung. When she landed she approached it and began to nudge it awake.

His eyes flicked open, but only to see a hazy figure. He exhaled dryly and watched the shape blankly as he slightly tilted his head. His jaws clamped tight on the pearl hoping the stranger wouldn't pry it from him. " W- water..." he said softly between his teeth. He blinked closing his eyes.
(Sorry short reply)

Water, I've got to find water
"I'll be back there is an Lake nearby"
Siera lifted into the skies, her wings lifted sand with every flap, soon she was rapidly soaring to the north.
10 mins later...
Siera had nearly reached the fallen imperial, clasped in her claws was a ginormous leaf filled with crystal clear water. She lowered in altitude hovering just above the dragon.
"open your mouth, I can't land with this"

He opened his mouth, letting the Pearl fall into the dirt. Lifting his head the best he could and let the water flow down his throat. His mane turning a little more blue as he swallowed. Once the water was gone he would rest his head lightly over his forearm, looking at the dragon. He blinked softly, he would have transformed into something smaller but he was too weak to do so.

"Martivir..." he said with a rich toned voice as he continued to watch the dragon. He figured she had European ancestors in order to have wings and four feet. Plus her crown of horns also signified this.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Martivir, my name is Siera. Not to bombard you with questions but how did you come to this wasteland?"
She landed as she spoke. Gently folding her wings as her feet touched ground with a light thud. Though instead of laying with her newfound companion she decided to sit, letting her tail wrap around her feet comfortably.

"Ask your question correctly and I shall answer... Now, are you asking why I'm here, or how did I get here?" Martivir pushed himself up, his spine cracking painfully. "Ah, ouch." He winced as the rest of his body straightened out.

"Both in fact, tell me your story, but maybe we should go to a more private place? I can lead you to the cave where I have been staying, by the lake I went to to receive that water, it's hidden and protected from the elements.would that suit you?" Siera returned to a standing position and moved beside the Lung. Her movements offered her help.

He nodded "Yes that would, thank you." Martivir got up weakly but managed to hold himself steady. "How far is this cave?" He asked looking to the distance. Some color had returned to his eyes and mane, but he still felt tired and weary.

[is this a 1x1 or is it open? i don't want to Rp were im not wanted]

(Its open, feel free to join in)

(it would be wonderful for you to join Glen!)

"not too far, only a few minutes flying and about 30 mins on foot. Either way it's up to you" Siera slowly began to creep northward, allowing her companion to set the pace. To the east the sun was about 2 hours from setting. Siera's scales glinted a little bit as she moved.

"And if crippled?" He smirked slightly "I'm just toying..." He moved toward with long strides, slowing at some points when he ached, but other than that he was making good time.

The sky was alight with oranges, pinks and shades of purple by the time they reached the cave. A crisp breeze carried out over the lake. "Spectacular view! I might have to invite myself for a quick swim later on. " He said turning to face the lake.

A single Oak tree stands near the lake thriving with life this tree stands near 300 feet tall a strange thing about this tree is was gnarled and bent into what would seem like a monument grown to honor the dragon species. but upon the two dragons meeting the tree sprang to life. For to awake this Elder dragon the continents must come together. or in the way the men of his country would say " Europe and Asia awake the big Oak." The tree dragon uproots itself causing a shaking roar in the earth. the four gaping holes that were filled with rooted claws were filled with clean water. The nature dragon has awoken.


Noticing The dragons who revived him he lifts his large legs creaking and cracking to gain flexibility he strides over to the dragons and with a wide toothed smile he extends his clawed wooden paw and says "Thank you my friends."

Martivir staggered back a bit before looking up to the dragon and smiled "A nature dragon! Haha, i'd never think i'd meet a master of all elements! I'm in your debt brother!" He yelled the best he could for the large creature to hear. It might be odd for an Asian Lung to call the dragon his brother, but after all, they were both elemental beasts that shared the same life force of nature. Martivir bowed his head slightly, and then winced as is back popped "Ouch! Gosh i hate this.."

With a large smile the grand tree looks to the Lung and with a friendly but still deep tone he says " im in your gratitude! the two of you have freed me from my slumber and now hopefully this wasteland can return to the vivid valley it once was... But what are the plans for my two saviors? please allow me to assist you in what you are looking for."

(sorry short post)
Siera could only say one thing... "incredible, absolutely incredible!" Bowing she said to the sage dragon, "I never would have imagined to meet two wonders in a single day!" She was in awe, and coud say nothing more.

with a loving smile he embraces the European dragon with a light hug and says "My dear friend what dragons now a days don't realize is that all dragons are elementals. now young one tell me do you breath fire?"

"Uh, not such a good idea around me." Martivir chided, chuckling nervously. He didn't particularly like fire, since his elemental powers consisted of water, ice and wind. He still ached and was tired, hopefully he could rest soon.

turning to the ice lung he smiled and said "Im not asking for a presentation my long bodied friend, Just a question."